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A problem to work with
Summary: Bucky Barnes is a problem to work with. Heâs annoying, snarky, hot headed and you donât get along. And this has absolutely nothing to do with your thoughts about how big his arms are, or how hot he is when heâs mad. No this is only about how difficultly annoying he is.
Warning: Tension, banter, eventual smut.
A/N: donât we all still enjoy pretending itâs 2012 and all the avengers are happily alive and working and living together in the tower. Like I miss that! Letâs put Clint back in the vent and go back to the good old days.
There was a lot of things you loved about your job, ok well maybe there was a few things, but certainly, Bucky Barnes was not one of them.
âWow, thatâs a good look on your doll.â He smiled as you walked down the stairs of the hotel into the Lobby where he stood waiting for you.
âWell I have got to say Barnes, you clean up surprisingly well for a man of your age.â
He scoffed, âItâs called having some class, they donât teach it anymore.â
Now one might assume with banter so playful the two of you might have something going on, but you donât. This was just a mission, you were just playing the part, not to be mistaken for anything real between the two of you.
In fact, just a week ago the two of you couldnât stand each other, it was Tonyâs idea to set you two up in such a long close quarters mission.
âYou have to be kidding me Tony, you know how annoying Barnes is. Weâll tear each other's heads off before we even make it to the gala.â
Steve shook his head. ïżœïżœïżœYeah even I have to protest this Tony, I mean (y/n) and Buck in the field, no backup? Couldnât we partner them with someone else?â
âWe canât rearrange all of our mission plans so that these two donât have to interact with each other. You both are grown ass adults, suck it up and play nice.â He said with finality before leaving the room. Steve sighed and joined him out in the hallway.
You crossed your arms and looked over at Bucky as he reclined in his seat. âYouâre awfully quiet.â
âThought I was annoying.â
âYou are that's why I thought you would have something to say on the subject.â
He shook his head and clenched his jaw, and you felt your heart drop, damn him. âTonyâs right, weâre adults. You just gotta stop acting like a brat so we can work together.â
âOh please, if this is anyone's problem to solve itâs yours. Youâre the one whoâs going to actually have to trust me on this mission if weâre to get anything done.â
âFine.â
âFine?â
âYeah, Iâll trust you, you play nice, I'll do the same. One week, letâs play professionals.â
âFine.â
âFine.â
And you both had played nice ever since. He greeted you with a smile when he picked you up the next morning, carried your bag into the hotel, he even started the mission by letting you run point. Of course, it felt like a trick at first but once you realized he was being serious you returned the favor, bought coffee for the two of you as you staked out the location of the gala, let him do all the talking with the host you gathered information from, and made the two of your dinner the night before the big event. That night felt the most real, things shifted.
You set down a plate of food and a cheap bear in front of Bucky as he poured over the blueprints on the table in your shared hotel room. âSo the two guards will be posted by each door in uniform, but two guards in disguise as waiters will be standing by these two entrances.â
âBarnes, I know, weâve gone over the plan three times tonight, we know the layout backwards and forwards. You can take a break.â
He sighed heavily as he rubbed at the tightness in his shoulders. You stared, watching his arms flex with the movement, the expression on his face altering the chemicals of your brain.
âThanks (y/n),â he said, taking the plate you had set in front of him.
You shook yourself out of your thoughts, reminding yourself what was important here. âAnytime Barnes.â
âWhy do you do that?â
âDo what?â
âCall me Barnes, what are you, my sergeant?â He laughed playfully. You hadnât ever heard him laugh like that, his usual attitude toward you didnât allow for that type of light heartiness.
âOh, because you just love when I bark orders at you.â You laughed while taking a sip of your drink.
âWho says I don't?â He gave you that 1940s smile you just know won so many girls over back in the day.
You tried not to choke as you looked away from him, hiding the heat that crawled up your neck. âWell, I guess I just figured Bucky was reserved for your friends, like Steve and Sam.â
âAre we not friends?â
You studied him, you couldnât tell if he was being serious. âAre we?â
He leaned back in his chair, âdo you want to be?â
âDo you?â
The room filled with silence as you both settled without an answer. Neither of you had an answer.
No, you would rather not be his friend, you didnât think you could handle any more nice things coming from him. His smile made your stomach flip, and his proximity made your hair stand up, it was killing you the amount of alone time you were getting with him. But even worse the idea of it all being gone in 24 hrs and things going back to how they were made your chest hurt.
âI think Iâm going to go to bed now, big day tomorrow.â You said excusing yourself from the table.
âYeahâ He sighed, taking a sip of his drink.
You paused at the door to your room before turning back for just a second. âGoodnight Bucky, get some sleep.â You smiled softly as you left him.
You didnât run into Bucky much the next morning. He left a note saying he needed to double-check some things before getting ready for the gala tonight, but he promised to meet you in the lobby on time.
That leads you to now, standing in front of the mirror looking at the damn dress. Your heart pounded in your chest, you had forgotten about the dress. Originally intended for one of Tonyâs galas that was canceled, you had never had a chance to wear this one. You had been excited to bring it along for the gala, but now it taunted you. It taunted you with its silkiness, its low cut, its backlessness.
All you could think was, would Bucky like it? It made you sick with nerves. This was not relevant. There was a high-profile target at tonight's gala, there were a weeks worth of snooping, and stake outs, and gathering information, months of research and tracking at stake here, but you were thinking of his hands on your back in that stupid dress if you were lucky enough to find an excuse to dance tonight.
You shut the thoughts out of your head and did your best to cool yourself down with some water to get your mind out of the gutter. This was just the two of you playing nice, being professional, this man despised you outside the walls of this hotel, outside of this mission.
You mentally slapped yourself as you got in the elevator heading down to the lobby, preparing yourself as you walked down the hotel's grand staircase.
You met Bucky's gaze from where he stood waiting for you at the bottom of the staircase. Damn he looked good. You could feel his eyes on you, every warning thought about the consequences of getting carried away leaving your brain. Was it getting hotter in here?
âWow, thatâs a good look on you doll.â He smiled playfully.
DAMN.
You laughed, shaking your head, âWell I have got to say Barnes, you clean up surprisingly well for a man of your age.â
He scoffed, âItâs called having some class, they donât teach it anymore.â He offered you his arm as he walked you out to the car. âAnd besides what did I say about calling me Barnes. Weâre not here for you to bark orders at me anymore, weâre here to play civil.â
You smirked as he opened your door for you. âIs that what you said? All I heard was that you like it when I boss you around.â You could hear him choke a little bit as he shut the passenger door before getting in on the drivers side.
âNow remember, weâre Mr. & Mrs. Laker, the rich real estate investors who just moved here from LA. Weâve been married 8 years now.â He said switching focus on getting to the gala.
âKids?â You asked teasingly.
He smiled, âNo, we're just waiting until things settle down with our work.â
âAw I was hoping for a James jr.â He just shook his head. Your gaze shifted to his grip on the steering wheel where you almost lost yourself in THE thoughts again.
Damn get it together.
âNow you remember the layouts right.â
âYes, I reviewed them this morning.â
âGood.â
He stopped as he pulled up in front of the venue you had scoped out just a few days prior. He put the car in park before walking around to your side opening the door for you and extending his hand for you to take. âMrs. Laker.â
âThank you, Mr. Laker.â You instinctively played your part and locked your arm in his.
âHere,â He tossed the car keys to the valley. âNot a scratch on it.â He added before leading you inside
As you entered the gorgeous high-class event waiters swarmed around you offering different champagnes, wines and finger foods, the room alive with rich people's conversations and music.
You smiled with your best rich lady smile as you let Bucky lead you around the party, choosing a table where you had a clear view of the event you set down grabbing a drink as you did so. You could feel your death grip on the glass as you forced yourself to keep your eyes on the dance floor where a few couples swayed and not on the very handsome man beside you.
Bucky placed his hand gently on your thigh as he took the glass out of your hand. He leaned in his face close to your ear in a way that made your brain short circuit. âWeâll have a better chance of bumping into Lestrade if we donât stay in one place.â
You swallowed hard, âWhat do you suggest?â
He pulled away so he could look in your eyes, and you have to stop yourself from staring at his lips. âHow about a dance,â He paused, offering you his hand and making sure the surrounding others could hear him. âSweetheart.â
âOf course dear.â You smiled, kicking yourself for forgetting it all for the image of playing a married couple.
As you reached the dance floor his arm slipped around your waist, his hand on the small of your back causing you to stiffen. His metal hand gently held your right hand while your left hand rested on his bicep.
His steps were smooth with years of practice, his subtle pushes and pressure on your back letting you know where to step next.
âNow where did the soldier learn to dance?â You smiled as he shook his head.
âLike I said doll.â He licked his lips looking down at you with an ease in his eyes, you hadnât seen before. âIt's called class, they donât teach it anymore.â He leaned in, pulling you to his chest so that he could whisper in your ear. âTrust me you wonât find anyone else who can do it like I do.â You could feel his smirk, âdancing that is.â
âYeah, is that so Barnes? Show me your moves then.â
He didn't hesitate to spin you out and turn you around so that you swayed with your back to his chest. The heat pulling in your stomach where he now rests his metal hand over top of yours. You felt his lips on your ear. âOh Iâve got plenty of moves.â You held in a sigh as you let yourself get swept up in the closeness.
âLestrade, 10 o'clock, mingling at the drink table.â Your brain turned back on as your focused turned back to the mission, the song you had been dancing to fading out as it ended.
You pulled away from him, trailing off the dance floor. âYou know sweetie, I think that dancing made me fairly thirsty. I need another drink.â
âAnything you want sweetheart.â He called as he followed suit.
It was going to be a long evening.
Part 2
Coming soon
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I have soooooo much I want to write about Doctor Odyssey and if I keep waiting for the perfect moment to write something PROPERLY GOOD AND COMPREHENSIVE then Iâm simply going to explode. So instead Iâm going to write a messy little post on my phone when half asleep and try to keep it to one main topic.
Yeah yeah the throuple had a threesome (and Iâm foaming at the mouth over it) but can we talk about the THEMES!!!!
This show is for crazy people (me specifically). Once again, I have a lot to say, but for now let me just focus on the wedding episode itself. That threesome is informed by the context of the rest of the episode in a way I simply CANNOT get over.
Letâs look at our passengers: the bride, groom, and best man. We find out all of them are being unfaithful to each other in various ways, miserable in their silence and unhealthy relationship dynamics. They all went to school together and were once close, but things went wrong somewhere along the way. The best manâs speech implies he has feelings for the groom, the groom is a sex addict whoâs had multiple partners (possibly the best man included) because he feels trapped in a lie, and the bride and best man are having sex with each other. And none of them are communicating about it, and the groom who had preexisting mental health struggles commits suicide.
What happens to the three of them is a tragedy and it is absolutely a result of heteronormative monogamous culture. That culture was passed down from the brideâs mother to her too by example and societal influence.
Iâm not exaggerating. Itâs not subtle!!! At all!!! Everything explodes for those passengers because monogamy and repressing bisexuality wasnât working for them.
Theyâre a dark mirror and cautionary tale. (Bonus points for how Averyâs sad backstory is that she was betrayed by her longtime friend / brief husband who cheated on her with a mutual friend as well, which is why sheâs definitely hesitant about love now.)
By comparison, Avery and Max and Tristan have been avoiding some similar big pitfalls: they know theyâre into each other and itâs not a secret, rivalries keep being squashed with effort, and no one is pressuring anyone to choose (so far).
This is what our beloved main characters have on their minds before what follows. And again, letâs not even get to the sex part yet⊠THE BUCKET LISTS!!! Iâm losing my Goddamn marbles!!! The way all 3 of their lists intersect? Holy shit. Off the top of my head: Max and Tristan want to fall in love and have kids, Avery and Max want to see the world, Tristan and Avery have niche interests outside of medicine that they want to explore more⊠We were given itemized lists to show how the 3 of them balance and round each other out perfectly.
Itâs not about any 2 of them because it wonât work with just any 2. Itâs ALL THREE â just like all the framing and blocking of shots is consistently all 3, they walked down the wedding aisle all 3 together, the first sex scene for any of them that WE as the audience see on screen is all 3 of them together, a âbad threesomeâ is defined as 2 people getting too wrapped up in each other and the 3rd being an accidental outsider, we often see that if one duo gets a couple-y moment then the other duos get similar moments later as well, etc etc. Sorry. Let me not continue the summary list here and now so I donât get too sidetracked but thereâs A LOT.
But like, my current point? That wedding episode is a goldmine and the threesome explicitly happening doesnât exist in a vacuum. Far from it. The themes are themeing in the whole show, of course, which is part of what I want to write about elsewhere at some point too: this show is repeatedly very deliberate about making sure heterosexuality or monogamy arenât framed as the default or only correct options, and queerness is sprinkled everywhere. But this wedding episode specifically⊠the themes were nearly the ONLY PLOT. Nothing else â itâs basically only that, and itâs very focused. The failures of monogamy are on full display. And thatâs why and how we get an explicit threesome right after it, which will lead us into how things will continue to develop for our trio.
Now, as for why the threesome happens so relatively quickly? My hot take on that is that general audiences can be stupid and so the creators wanted to put the throuple explicitly on screen fairly early to get people to start Noticing. Show them how the characters need to be together⊠and that sets us up for the possible angst and tension to follow as they have to accept it emotionally for themselves too. Now, as an audience member, youâll more strongly know what to root for. Youâll know whatâs right because youâve seen it and youâll want them to get back to that place, come what may. (If youâre not a puritan.)
Itâs so fucking good. Insane silly show for insane people. Are we seeing the vision??? I need everyone to lock in.
This ramble is probably a disaster and I apologize for that but ohhhh man I had to put SOME words down so I wouldnât explode. Suffice it to say Iâm having a ball up in this bitch and I cannot believe this show exists. I couldnât believe my eyes and my brain cells in the pilot, and I REALLY canât believe them now.
What a time to be alive!!!!!! Polycule âlove festâ on a cruise ship, baby!!! The world needs more love, all kinds of love, as the Captain says!!!! Onward to gay week!!!! LETâS SEE THOSE BI MEN KISS
#doctor odyssey#ody3#IâM GOING FERALLLLLLL#this post is so subpar but. whatever. Iâm sleep-deprived bye#me: I will stick to one topic. also me: does not do that.#char writes things
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àłàżàż CHAPTER I â GAME START
the cameras were focused on her, the studio lights making her sweat a little. she hoped they weren't able to see the beads of sweat through the cameras. yn always got a little nervous when she was in front of a camera, it was ironic that her whole career was built on cameras and other people.
"okay yn you ready?"
she cleared her throat as silently as she could, "yes."
"great. three... two... start!"
yn had to do something for her intro before talking. she decided on a simple wave, as her fans talked about how cute she looks while waving. she decided to play it safe.
"state your age and name please."
"lee yn. nineteen."
"nice to meet you yn. first we will explain the details and the rules of the game to you. is there anything you'd like to ask?"
she shook her head.
"great. so this game..."
they had explained everything thoroughly before she even signed the contract to agree to play the game so she knew what they were talking about. deciding to tune the mc out, yn nodded here and there letting the man know that she was listening. i mean she wasn't but... whatever.
"so yn, what do you think about the game overall?"
she'd tried to come up with something cheeky to say but she couldn't find anything. but she hoped it wouldn't matter how much fanservice she did right now because the game was full of fanservice anyway.
"i think it's great! i've never seen something like this before so i'm exited. i'm also very happy to meet new people!"
well she didn't lie that much this time, she really was excited. she was also nervous but no one had to know about that part. i mean if she even said it no one would care, and her fans would probably try to look into it and come up with crazy theories. god, she really didn't want to deal with that.
when the shooting was over they let her sit around for a little bit before getting her into the car that would take her to the house she would be staying at. she liked car rides, minus the part where she would get carsick. she usually preferred sleeping through the rides but she had to talk to a camera this time. it was okay i guess, she just felt weird talking to a camera all by herself.
"hey guys," yn smiled, a little shy, "did you miss my pretty face? i'm kidding, or am i?"
she continued to talk for five minutes before stopping the video and closing her eyes, hoping to get some sleep before a tiring day.
after a while, yn opened her eyes. coincidentally they had just parked the car and opened her door for her to get out. after stepping out of the car she looked at the building in front of her in awe. she hadn't expected it to be this big but it made sense, since there would be seven other people staying in there.
after going inside and looking at the rooms yn was told to sit down at the table that they temporarily put inside of the living room. after she sat down, they quickly started recording.
"okay so, you're going to choose someone after reading these papers and that'll be your partner from now on, so choose wisely."
"oh this is interesting..."
she started to read slowly, sometimes raising an eyebrow or two, sometimes smiling. she'd read all four papers when she picked the third one.
"this," she showed her paper to the camera "is my partner."
"okay," said the main mc "can you tell us what made you choose that person?"
"um... the fact that she can speak three languages is pretty cool. and it says here that she likes eating ice cream in winter and wearing mostly black clothes. we have those in common."
"okay great. thank you yn."
she smiled and nodded, slowly getting up from her seat and going over to one of the rooms. she laid on one side of the bed and slowly drifted to sleep. an hour later a staff member woke her up, telling her that she had to get a few photos taken. yn nodded and followed the staff out of the room.
after the shooting, she realized she had to eat or else she would be too hungry to sleep after. she opted for ramen, a quick and easy dish, also quite tasty for a packaged food.
as she was eating she began to wonder who her partner would be and what games they would play. she hoped it wasn't someone mean, she really didn't have the energy to deal with a mean person especially for a long time.
she sighed and decided to stop thinking. she didn't want to ruin the surprise by trying to guess who she'd be staying with anyway.
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Sirius wakes to screams and jumping on his bed. âDad!â They yell. âDaddy, wake up!â Sirius opens his eyes to see his son down by his feet jumping next to his sisters who are by Remus. Sirius looks over to his husband sitting up, arms crossed over his chest glaring at their children like they just interrupted his reading time, and they probably did.
âYouâre supposed to be with your uncle.â Remus says to them, voice soft, but still an angry look on his face.
Sirius decides to sit up and Hermione comes to sit down in his lap followed by Violet between Remus and him and Teddy in Remusâs lap. Remus puts his arms around his son as Sirius did with their daughter. âThey dropped us off.â Violet answers. âSaid we were too crazy.â
âNever said that!â Jamesâs voice comes from the other side of the door before it opens to reveal three more kids running in and jumping on their bed followed by James himself sitting at the end of it.
âUncle Siri!â Rose yells, jumping on the bed and landing right next to Violet.
Remus glares at James and he just smiles back. âWhat? They wanted to see their uncle.â
âDoesnât mean they should.â Remus answers as Mia sits down in Jamesâ lap and Leo beside them.
âBut itâs fun to watch you be tortured, Rem.â Regulus says, walking into the room and sitting by James as Leo goes to sit next to him.
Remus glares at him. âAlright, children. Letâs go get breakfast.â Everyone cheers and jumps up, racing down the stairs. Once James and Regulus are out of the room, Remus turns to him. âBad start to the day?â
Sirius smiles at him and shakes his head. âNo. Itâs nice.â Remus leans over and kisses him before standing up to get dressed.
Once everyone is in the car, Sirius calls James and he answers on the first ring. âWhere are we going?â James asks over the phone.
âJust follow us.â Remus says, starting the car.
âYou sure you know where youâre going?â
âYes, James. Just tell Regulus to follow us.â
âWho says Iâm not driving?â
âYouâre a bad driver. Of course itâs Regulus.â Sirius giggles at his husbandâs response and hangs up the phone before a fight could break out.
âSo, where are we going?â Sirius asks once they start moving.
âItâs a surprise.â
Sirius gasps once they park outside a restaurant. âPerkins!?â Sirius yells and reaches over the middle console to kiss Remus. Disgusted sounds come from the back and the two partners in the front laugh before stepping out of the car.
The six kids race to the doors and pull them open, Rose waiting for her fathers and uncles before closing it behind them and racing inside the other doors which Leoâs holding for them.
The breakfast was amazing to say the least, Sirius gets the same thing everytime, pancakes and bacon, he never mixes it up. He tried once, and it sucked, he was starving until lunch time because he couldnât even eat a second bite of anything.
Sirius hums all the way back to the car, happy he got to see his brother for breakfast before they went on their way. âHappy birthday, Padfoot.â James says once they pull apart from their hug.
Regulus walks up to them once the kids are in their seats and buckled. âHappy birthday, Sirius.â
âThanks for coming.â Sirius replies.
âJames had to see you.â
James dramatically gasps. âI thought we agreed the kids wanted to see him? Rude.â Regulus rolls his eyes at his husband before walking to their car, followed by James seconds later.
Sirius gets in their car followed by Remus a few minutes later. âSo, where to next?â Remus asks him.
âHome.â
âBoard games!?â The kids scream once Sirius comes out of the hall closet with stacked games in his arms.
âWeâre playing board games?â Remus asks, unamused.
âWell, if we have kids, might as well do something fun.â Remus rolls his eyes but sits down on the ground nonetheless. âWhat do you want to play first?â Sirius asks the kids once heâs sitting down beside Remus, games in the middle of the circle they formed.
âCandy land!â Teddy yells, grabbing it from the pile and a game piece from the coffee table. They had to buy an extra game piece for every game that only had four players. Family game night is when they usually play games, but Sirius likes the games so much, he tries to have game night more than once, but Remus likes reading more than games.
They play the games until their stomachs start growling and Remus goes to make dinner while the others play and even after dinner, they continue to play until the sun is down and the moon is up and itâs the kids' bedtime.
They groan as they walk up the stairs to their rooms, but they fall asleep quickly with how tired they were. After all the kids are asleep, Sirius drags Remus down the stairs and back to the floor to beat him at all the games. Of course Sirius didnât win most of them, but Remus let him win some like he always does.
Sirius does his victory dance the whole night, even if he lost the games, he still won, because he has the most beautiful husband ever and the best kids he could ask for, even if theyâre not always angels.
#happy birthday to our sirius black!!!#marauders era#ao3#ao3 fanfic#archive of my own#ao3 writer#marauders and co#sirius black#remus lupin#wolfstar#james potter#jegulus#starchaser#regulus black#sunseeker#teddy lupin
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I got last months electricity bill and it was like 800⏠something, whhhaat the fuck
#this is going to be me just complaining lmao feel free to ignore#I practically live alone when moms not here ????#but also like#if you have whole ass family#let's say partner and three kids or something#and you want them to have same kind of upbringing as you so you get a house with a lawn n all that in rural area#how the fuck are you supposed to do that ???#I'm not even against the idea of raising kids myself but in this economy..?#hurr durr future bad#but also men who want housekeeper of a wife but also complain about gold diggers like dawg#you have to have stay at home money to have stay at home wife lol#even if both of you work you cant expect your wifey to do all the work at home#the municipality is going to look at our bill and the amount of residents in our house and think we are growing weed or something...#but yeah this is why you dont remove fireplace from old ass house old heaters are expensive to keep on#like idk if I should just turn them off in rooms we dont use ?#bc on the otherhand what if something like mold starts growing there since its still winter#ughh#turning this house into igloo I dont want to think about funny numbers on the screen#remember to unplug things if you arent using them#I probably should check that no one is living in our attic or something#I have desire to bother someone about this
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Chaotic fem. reader/Best friend Bakugo
"I'm ready to be a mother," you stated out of nothing.
Bakugo was obviously taken back by your comment.
"Did you see something on tiktok that made you think that?" he looked at you while you kept scrolling in your phone. "You need a partner to procreate dumbass,"
"I know I need a man to procreate, but I thought that you could help me on that one," you bit your nails, showing less interest than a rock.
He left his phone aside so he could analyze you properly if you were talking seriously or not.
"I'm not going to introduce you to my side kick, He's like twenty," he tested.
"Twenty??? I'm almost twenty eight, that's still a reasonable age gap, " you gasped because his side kick didn't look like he was twenty. You thought that he would at least be twenty-three.
"No it's not"
After almost ten years of being friends, Bakugo was so used to your shit. The time that you wanted to go surfing? He laughed at your face when you didn't make it to the ocean because you were afraid of sharks. What about the time when you wanted a hamster? He said no, but you got it anyway, so when you lost it, obviously, he gave you shit about it, but after that, he was on all four looking for your little pet in the dorms.
"Fine." That wasn't your main goal, so you let it go. "Actually, I was thinking of you doing a quick hand job in my bathroom and giving me your sperm"
The silence between the two of you couldn't be more unbearable. Bakugo's eyes twisted in your direction while his cheeks were slowly growing a clear shade of rose.
"What? No!"
He was absolutely losing it. The impact of your sayings got him standing from his seat, almost panting. You and him? In his best dreams, but you didn't need to know about his secret intentions.
"Think about it. It's a great idea." You stepped out of your couch and went to his side.
"How are you going to explain that your kid has similar features with your best friend?" he flinched when you approached him. You were so close that your scent invaded him whole.
Bakugo was trying with all his heart and mind to think logically, but you, your body next to him, and your puppy eyes were making it so hard, in both ways.
"I don't know, and I don't care, I'll run away from the country, and you'll never see us again"
You were one of the best students from UA, right after him and Yaoyorozu, but right now, he was doubting if it was just an act.
"That's so clever." he rolled his eyes at you and walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, hoping that you would drop the subject and hop onto another like getting a bunny or going sky diving.
"I know, right? Now go in there, do the nasty job, and I'll put it inside of me, I'll even turn my body upside down so it sticks, " you jolted in joy, missing his usual sarcasm.
He almost spilled the water from his mouth to your face.
"Who the fuck told you that?" he spated obnoxiously.
"Kaminari," you shrugged.
"Are you even listening to yourself!?"
When he thought that that couldn't get any worse, you named the only person who could make him go crazy just by opening his mouth.
"I'm desperate. It made sense when he told me"
He could believe anything at this point. He was actually thinking that he was dead because what was happening between you two was a complete nonsense.
"So you are telling me this is something you've had in mind for a while?
You simply nodded, and he stayed quiet, considering everything you said. He wasn't looking for anything serious because of you. He passed for all seven stages of grief when he realized that he was in love with you and your silliness, so he decided long ago that he wouldn't date anyone because he wasn't interested in anyone but you.
"I know that look on your face," you smiled and danced around the kitchen.
You weren't looking for anyone either. Having Bakugo as a male figure in your life left the bar very high for others to match. They didn't meet your expectations anymore like Bakugo did, always by your side, laughing at your bad jokes and giving you his hand when you most needed, buying food and cooking for you, he has even bought you flowers for half a decade on valentine's day, a large bouquet of red roses every year since then.
"I'll do it," he told you, and you jumped excited on him. He grabbed you by your thighs, catching you on the fly. "Two conditions"
"Yeah, just name it," you batted your eyes at him.
"I'll take you on a proper date first, and you won't run away with my kid, got it?"
Bakugo thought that he was only doing you a favor, but he never saw coming that it only took one date to make you fall for him in the way he always wanted.
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ËËË đ  JJK MEN AS OVERPROTECTIVE GIRL DADS gojo, sukuna & geto .á
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  about ! âa little girlâs first love will always be her father." three scenarios in which the daughters of three jjk men introduce their boyfriends to their fathers. ( 5.7K )
warnings ! minors blank and ageless blogs do not interact. video banner. not beta read. sfw, fluff, angst if you squint, no-curses!au, mentions of pregnancy, children and babies, the children have no names, some family issues, married life, domestic bliss, husband + father!jjk men, mother + fem!reader.
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SATORU GOJO:
before meeting you, satoru gojo had never been fond of a family dinner.Â
in his childhood home â they were cold and quiet, pockets of clattering cutlery would cut through painstaking silence and distract from the loud emptiness of the seat at the head of the table where his own father was supposed to be. his mother, often solemn and sunken in the shoulders, never spoke. never cooked and slipped small bites to her son in between preparation or steps.
they had staff for that, they had staff for everything.
to keep the household clean and together. to keep him fed and breathing. to keep him alive. all requirements felt almost clinical, the environment in which he was raised almost like the white walls of a hospital â without a trace of love needed for a child like satoru gojo needed to thrive.Â
even if he had all the money in the world, he hadnât a drop of love. he wasnât ever sure if he was capable of the warm and fuzzy emotion, didnât know if it was something his heart could ever open up to â sealed in by layers of cool, cold concrete and cement. kept in a safe without a key. at least until you miraculously found it and melted the thick layers of ice blocking satoruâs veins. you brought back colour to his cheeks and light to his eyes, taking up the space in his heart where his family had left a swirling, black void.Â
to satoru, you were a saving grace. his everything⊠and he swore heâd never be like his father; who left his wife unhappy and empty, like a abandoned shell. he promised; heâd do much better than his parents ever did. especially when you found out you were pregnant, even more so when your little girl came into the world with plentiful white curls and lashes, screaming at the top of her teeny tiny lungs.Â
at the time, you were sure youâd never seen satoru gojo so in love ( and so teary eyed too ) â but you knew what becoming a parent meant to him. what it meant for the new life you now shared.
but now, having met you and married you and created life with you â satoru had found a new appreciation for family dinners. they were a sacred event, a special time for him to keep up with the lives of his children and let them know he was there. present.Â
it wasnât a time to be imposed on and certainly not by meddlesome boyfriends brought home by sixteen year old daughters.
âso kid, whatâs your 401K look like?âÂ
satoru carries a look of disdain, his nostrils flared, blue eyes narrowed and perfect pink lips curled in an unhappy frown.Â
the young boy opposite him, a little scrawny and awkward, shrinks underneath the white haired manâs intense gaze â if you squinted, you could probably see him shaking like a little leaf in the intense wind from across the table âum⊠i donât know?â
âhear that little guy? no 401K⊠howâs he meant to take care of your sister. yeah, yeah.
youâre right, iâll give him a chance,â he mutters to the baby boy snoozing happily in his arms under his breath, engaging in a one sided conversation before switching his focus back to his daughterâsâŠsorry excuse for a partner. âokay then⊠finances, clearly not. academics and common sense ââ pausing, the white haired father of two clicks his tongue, pushing it into the soft flesh on the inside of his cheek as if to feel his next words out in his mouth. âdo you even know what a bouquet of flowers is, kid? a corsage? gojo women donât play about their flowers, yanno.âÂ
âsirââ
without giving the boy a chance to speak, gojo drops his intrusive gaze under the table and back up again â pointing an accusatory finger at his little girlâs partner. âyour top buttonâs undone and your shoe laces are untied. you might wanna fix that! if you care about my daughterâs safety!â he turns his nose up all petulant like a picky toddler being forced to eat his veggies, he even sticks his tongue out for good measure. gojoâs eccentric movements nearly jostle his sleepy son in place. the baby whines and gurgles a little bit, only soothed by a pat to his back from dad â who repositions him to snooze over his shoulder.
in a silent, quieter gesture, satoru uses two fingers to point between his eyes and the boyâs. almost as if to say âiâm watching you.â
catching him in the act, the eldest gojo daughter bounces into the room carrying plates of steaming hot food, exhaling with worm down patience evident in her body language. âdaddy please, you donât act like this normally. stop messing around.â rolling her eyes, she sets the dishes down, freeing up her hand to smack the back of her dadâs clearly empty skull. just like her mother.
âwell sooooorrry for being a good dad and caring about your wellbeing! who youâre dating! who youâre bringing into our bloodline!â gojo rebuttals with petish grunts, unable to cradle the back of his injured head like he does with his son. Â
and as if by magic, you, his beautiful and loving and gorgeous wife appear with dinner plates in hand to double down on a scolding the white haired man. amused, you also swat at your husbandâs head and tut down at him. âsatoru? what are you doing?â thereâs something about the way you tease and tell gojo off that always makes his heart race, even after all these years of marriage and raising his kids. he loves you, his family so much. he almost keens into your touch like a pathetic dog, until your daughter starts gagging at the sight â slipping into her set. you were supposed to be watching the baby. not interrogating the poor kid.âÂ
âweâre having a heart to heart, babe,â gojo swoons, clearing his throat as his head bobs in the direction of his daughterâs boyfriend. âjimbob here was just telling me about his 3.4% grade point average.â
âitâs hiro sir! and uh⊠3.5% sir.â the boyfriend in question chirps shyly.
you know that your husband feels⊠almost threatened by another man entering your daughterâs life â theyâve been practically inseparable since the moment she first opened her eyes. to give up the duty of loving and protecting her and pass it onto someone else is probably what scares him the most. âthatâs pretty good hun!â you comment absentmindedly, hoping to pull satoru away from the conversation.
âno itâs not! our daughter has a 4.0%.â
âs-she was failing in math, i was tutoring her.â the boyfriend hopefully interjects again, whispering next when the baby stirs at the dining table. âi hope that makes up for my 401K sir. i-i also work part time to save for college andâ!âÂ
âhaha â no i wasnât!â the younger gojo girl tenses in place, elbowing her date in the ribs not so discretely from under the table. itâs this interaction that makes her father smile, only briefly, before you scowl his way.
âi thought you told them we met at a tutoring session.âÂ
âyou were failing?â you raise a brow, taking your own seat beside her father.Â
âsee! this boy failure is a bad influence on our daughter!â a glare settles on the slopes of satoruâs angelic features, mirrored by your childâs unimpressed expression across the table. in his arms, your youngest fusses about as if he senses the mounting tension at the table â earning a bounce or two from daddy, who turns your way all matter-of-factly like. âsee, this why he doesnât have a 401Kâ
âwhy would a teenager have a 401k, satoru!â comes your exasperated sigh.
âi had one when i was his age.â satoru shoots back and the kid sinks nervously in his seat. the poor boy looks as though he wants to disappear, squirming in place like heâs no better than a worm on a bait hook â itâs torture being interrogated and inspected by someone so close to the person you love most, but even he knows how important satoruâs approval is to your daughter.
she wouldnât say it now, not when she was all grown up and finding her way out in the world â but she idolised gojo, all of her fondest memories are painted in his colours. shades of sapphire and azure like his vivid eyes, snowy white from his hair that almost rivals the clouds in the sky â the backdrop to days spent riding her fatherâs shoulders through the big wide world, racing down grassy green hills and wasting the hours away. she wouldnât admit it here, today, but she never wanted to leave those memories. leave her father behind in her youth â it was written on each dip and curve and highlight on her youthful face, she wanted her father to move into this next phase of life with her too.
âdaddy, you were a trust fund baby with shit grades and no prospects until you met mum,â she huffs but her words hold no malice, even if the sass brims over the edge of her tone like an emotionally charged, overflowing glass of water. youâd chide her for cursing â but you know she means well, stubbornly expressing her desire for approval to her man child of a father. âa loser, if you will.âÂ
gojo slumps, the rosey petals of his plump lips pushing into an age old pout. âhow could you say that about dear old dad?â he whines, as though heâs a wounded animal.Â
âwell sheâs not wrong, baby. you were a loser satoru, you still are.â the words are fond and light hearted on your tongue, a similar state to the wisps of a smile that trace over your own lips. leaning in close, you tickle the nose of the gurgling baby boy in his arms, heart heavy with affection â grateful that the one interaction you had with your husband all those years ago ( when he was a scrapier and misunderstood ) led you both to the beautiful chaotic family you have together now. âa hot one at least.âÂ
âgross.â your daughter groans and buries her embarrassed gaze in the spread of food on the neatly laid table â grabbing a plate and piling it high to cope.
her boyfriend chuckles nervously, wanting nothing more but to eat and do the same. desperate to hide from gojoâs intimidating aura, but too afraid to cross another one of his ridiculous invisible lines. âi think thatâs very sweet mrs gojo!â
the brief moment of peace in the war of dad v boyfriend is then interrupted by the white haired manâs temper tantrum, realising that his only daughter is still in the room. âdonât push it kid.â the father of your children all but wails and finds something else about the young couple to pick apart. âyouâre sitting too close together! move apart!âÂ
âdaddyâ!â
âw-what?â
âi said move it or lose it kid, before i keel over and die of heartbreak.â âbetrayal. my own daughter, leaving me for someone else.âÂ
the two separate, shifting their chairs away from one another despite never actually being too close. you share an empathetic look with your eldest, empathetic to your husbandâs actions. you both knew he wouldnât handle the meeting well, but this was beyond your whilst dreams. the young coupleâs hands remain intertwined under the table cloth as the meal begins properly, and when satoru notices, he doesnât comment â biting down hard on his unhappy tongue. he knows all too well what itâs like to love against the odds, his father in law hardly wanted him around you. itâs not like he wasnât aware how bad he was for you, how your standards might have even dropped for the man to be with him. but you loved satoru with your entire being, wholly and against all of your own parentâs wishes.Â
in a way, the dinner tonight reminds him of himself meeting your father for the first time â how he had to work for his approval too. prove that he was more than just a spoilt brat. too caught up in the memories, the odd sense of loss threaded between his every breath and the love he holds for his daughter settled in his lungs â gojo almost kissed the way you whisper to him adoringly, head drooping to rest on his shoulder mostly to look at your baby but partly to comfort him. âyouâre being dramatic satoru. look at them, donât you just love young love.âÂ
and he does, he looks, really looks â softly staring across the table and through the haze of his own judgement, noticing how happy his little girl looks all wrapped up with her boyfriend. all heâs ever wanted is to keep her smiling, give her a life that his parents couldnât give him, he feels all of his resentment and fear or losing his daughter melt away like a plain sheet of paper dissolving in water. he loves her too much to not let her be happy, his baby. his little girl.Â
âno, not at all,â satoru finally relents with a wobbling voice and silvery tears that dot his vision â shaking his head back and forth to stop them from dropping onto his sleeping son gathered in his arms. âw-why would you say that? god, is it allergy season? my eyes are killing me. theyâre not cute at all, why would you say that iâm crying?âÂ
your teenage daughter glances over, relief evident in all of her identical gojo features. âno one mentioned you crying, daddy.â she coos softly in an attempt to console satoru.
it doesnât work, he starts dry heaving and sobbing. which is new for her, he hasnât cried this hard since her baby brother was born.
the kid scrambles into his pocket and damn near stumbles over the table in order to hand your white haired lover a tissue. âi donât think youâre crying sir!âÂ
âshut up!â gojo sniffles dramatically, putting on his best theatre kid act and drapes himself ( and the baby ) all over you. âshit, is this cushioned tissue? three ply?â pale, deft fingers swipe at the blue pools of eyes which well with tears while the kid nods over enthusiastically â desperate to please his girlfriendâs guardian. âgood stuff this is⊠but this doesnât mean i approve of you for my daughter!â
âgojo!âÂ
âwhaaaaat!? he doesnât have a 401K!â
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RYOMEN SUKUNA:
if youâd told sukuna, almost a decade and a half ago, that he would end up with a life shrouded in domestic bliss â he would have laughed in your face. maybe even called you a cunt whilst telling you to fuck off. back then, when he was younger and the spirit of ambitious fire burned brightly in his veins as though he had petroleum for blood, the pink haired man never dreamed of settling down. buying a house. getting married. or having kids.
he was as untameable as a wild horse, with only one goal in mind. to open up his restaurant and get his family out of that shithole town by all and any means. heâd cross whatever rivers he had to, climb whatever mountains he needed to â push past societal hurdles that judged him for the pink in his hair and the thick ink on his body. ryomen sukuna did not care. not about anyone else, only about his goals.
at least, until he met you.Â
in many ways, you were a blessing to the world where sukuna was a curse. his complete opposite, the day to his night. though the worlds and lives you came from were completely different âÂ
nowadays, the man is a little softer around the edges and weaker in the heart â they say thatâs what true love does to you.
a set of keys jingle at the front door, followed by the dull thud of trainers on the shoe rack and footsteps on the mahogany wood floor. sukuna hardly looks up from the article heâs reading â something about the best recipes for autumnal vegetables. who would have thought, ryomen sukuna, reading up on gardening. he would tell anyone who asked it was for his restaurant, not because he actually enjoyed it. would make him look soft.Â
âhey, iâm home!â the voice that calls to him is sweet and youthful, a dulcet symphony that tugs paternally at the pink haired manâs heart strings. âis ma here?âÂ
sukuna smiles to himself behind the newspaper, inhaling its fresh ink scent. âin the kitchen, workinâ,â he replies absentmindedly, listening to his daughter skid down the hall after dropping her backpack. âoi squirt, you ainât slick. you know what day it is, report card. now.âÂ
thereâs a dramatic sigh that follows footsteps trailing back into the living room. sukunaâs daughter, his pride and joy clings onto the doorframe with a scowl that could very well rival his own, ruby red eyes twinkling with annoyance â sheâs in a rush to chat with her mother after school, he knows, but he canât help but to tease her just a bit. âsâin my bag, can i go now?â she whines impatiently but takes off at the first gentle nod from her father in reply.Â
but the pink haired parentâs peaceful evening is quickly turned upside down at the discovery he makes in the bottom of his pride and joyâs bag. no matter how much time has passed, how many decades have gone by in which heâs been a father â nothing could prepare him for this new challenge, the new wave of emotions that come with having a tween daughter and swirl hotly in his chest.
âwhat the fuck is this?â he announces with a foul snarl, slipping into the kitchen where his girls chitchat idly over a test batch of cookies sukuna had made earlier in the day. for his restaurant of course. not because heâs a doting husband or loving father. heâs got an image to uphold and itâs not one of domestic bliss.Â
his daughter chirps, not looking up from the sweet treat she picks apart and pops into her mouth â seated on the kitchen island while you work away on your laptop. âwhatâs what, daddy?â her innocent nonchalance about the older sukunaâs discovery almost makes him pop a vein. âalso, ma told you to stop saying the f-word. so, swear jar.â
the hulking man with the contrastingly soft pink pokes his tongue into the soft epithelium of his cheek, his jaw ticks and a playful frustration tingles throughout all four of his limbs. the swear jar was something youâd brought into play as soon as [daughter name] had learned how to talk, afraid that your rough and rugged husbandâs potty mouth would rub off on her young impressionable mind. every time a cursed word falls from between ryomen sukunaâs lips, a couple hundred yen is popped into the jar as punishment. the thing was practically full by your babyâs third birthday, so youâve been putting it down as her college fund ever since.
paper rustles between deft and tattooed fingers as sukuna reveals not a report card, but a crinkled note like the kind passed back and forth between distracted kids in the middle of that one class before lunch. âdonât play dumb with me, squirt.â ryomen holds the note up to the light so that both of his girls can see, blood diamond eyes squinting so he can inspect it better. somebody get this guy his glasses. ââdo you want to go out with me? tick for yes, cross for no.ââ he reads out loud, each word leaving a bitter taste on his tongue, his frown so deep that lines of disapproval form on his well-aged face.
thoughts of the once all-important report card vanish into thin air, the relaxed aura in the room replaced with a palatable tension that not even your husbandâs finest knives could cut. your precious baby girl shoots up from the counter to scramble with her dad over the note in hand. he holds her back with a large palm to the forehead.
âoh my god! you werenât supposed to see that! daddy, give it here. please!â
âfat chance, squirt,â the tattooed man retorts. âyou passinâ notes in class? that why youâre hidinâ your report card?âÂ
âyou can have my report card, when you give that back!â
with the two standing side by side, the resemblance strikes you as clear as day. they share the same hair, same scowl and same rugged intonation to their voices. theyâre both yours, your entire world under one roof. before they can blow said root off, you stand between the elder and younger sukuna â turning to your husband with hooded eyes and a gentle hand on the centre of his broad chest. âoh ryo,â you coo in flirtation, slowing his train of thought as you sneakily swipe the crushed paper from his grip. âshut up ân let me see that.â
your daughter gags behind you at the display of affection, contrasting with the amused smirk you share with your long time lover. after all this time, marriage and the perfect kid, youâre still able to make a fool out of him â make sukunaâs heart skip a beat and a heat he refuses to acknowledge crawl up the back of his neck. heâs gone soft, for you and his family. for now, for you, he relents on taunting his precious little girl.Â
casting your gaze over the note, you grin at the pink-ink chicken scratch scribbled across the page. itâs sweet and endearing, reminding you of young love. âdid atsushi finally ask you out?â you ask tenderly, handing the paper back to your daughter who cuddles it to her chest like the physical version of a precious memory.Â
a bashful expression lines the contours of her face, seeping into features youâd recognise from your husband on her. sukuna would argue that she has the shape of your eyes and your beauty too â but all you see is a culmination of love. âma you were so totally right, playing hard to get really works!âÂ
she gushes dreamily over her crush like itâs puppy love, biting her lip and bouncing on the spot.Â
âlike a charm, every time.â comes your entertained response, much to your husbandâs dismay.
âyou werenât playinâ hard to get with meâŠâ sukuna questions rather than states, trying to piece together parts of the gossip that heâs missed. an anxiety corners the beat of his heart at the thought of his daughter dating, something in which the burly man never thought he would be afraid of. the world had been hard on sukuna; he only worries that itâs not as safe for his pride and joy as it were for him.  ânever mind that; the brat asked you out with a piece of paper? yâbetter not have said yes. we have standards here.âÂ
his words make you roll your eyes with the hint of a smile. ryomen almost reminding you of your own father around the time youâd met him.
your daughter scrunches her nose petulantly, gearing herself up for a witty reply. âwell ma married you, so her standards canât be that high.â she snaps, earning a stifled laugh from you and an unimpressed grunt from her hardheaded dad. âand no, i didnât. told him he needed to ask me out properly. face to face. with words. he said to meet him on the running track tomorrow at lunch for a surprise!â
pulling her into a hug, you kiss her round youthful cheek. âoh baby, i'm so happy for you!â
âwell i ainât! show me the damn kid, need to see what kind of pitiful brat wants to ask out my little girl,â sukuna crosses his arms and grumbles to himself, black ink tattoos flexing menacingly as he does so. almost as if heâs preparing to threaten the kid before even meeting him. âwhatever happened to askinâ for permission to court or whatever. he should have been on my doorstep asking for your hand.âÂ
âfirstly you would have said no, and secondly this isnât the olden days, dad. nobody does that anymore.â your cheeky daughter chides him loudly, her words slipping over her snarky little tongue. like father like daughter, the way they snip and snap at one another has an uncanny resemblance.
tilting your head upwards towards your fuming husband, you laugh breathlessly in a way that washes away his anger.âsheâs right ryo; though my dad hardly approved of you either.â you say softly. even now, you make him feel weak in the knees and dizzy in the mind, like heâs so anything for you. whoever dates his daughter should feel the same about her.
âi freakinâ earned it, didnât i?Â
âjust barely.â
sukuna huffs but settles a hand on your waist from behind and his head atop yours. he needs to soothe himself somehow, his daughter is growing too fast. âstop ganging up on me and lemme see the damn kid.âÂ
âhere, isnât he cute.âÂ
lips downturned, sukuna craned his neck to look at your daughterâs phone from over your shoulder â scrutinising the instagram page that sheâs opened now offering the kid his only child has taken an interest in like a lamb at the slaughterhouse. âbrat looks like a noodle.â haughty laughter fills the kitchen, reverberating against the bones and organs in ryomenâs chest and buzzing right though your back. âyouâre right i woulda said no as soon as he fuckinâ turned up!âÂ
two sets of scolding eyes similar in shape, belonging to the two girls he loves the most swivel around to face the pink haired man disapprovingly.
âryomen sukuna!âÂ
âdaddy!â
âyeah yeah, i know. swear jar.â
áŻâ
SUGURU GETO:
âmy love, were you aware that our little munchkin has a boyfriend?â
suguru looks up from the bubbling pot of child friendly pasta sauce on the stove. if it were just the two of you having dinner tonight, like it was merely three (nearly four) years ago â he would have planned for a more adventurous meal. perhaps sought out a bottle of fine aged wine for you both to enjoy on the balcony and even gotten a dessert to sweeten the date in. but now, you both had more than two hungry tummies to worry about, and bottles of wine could only be purchased when the little one was off with her uncle satoru.
âno, i wasnt. i don't believe thatâs come up in discussion before,â your dark haired lover turns his narrow gaze to the giggly little girl swaddled in your arms â her chubby cheeks and dark, curious eyes just peeking out of the fluffy duck-themed towel youâve wrapped her in. bath time is usually after bed, but someone got into the paint pots at nursery school and managed to get blotches of blue streaked through her hair and under her fingernails. âcare to elaborate sweetheart?â
suguru taps the wooden sauce spoon against the side of the pot and swipes his hands on a nearby tea towel before allowing them to rest on his hips, look of faux irritation settling on the contours of his face and slopes of his features. thin brows draw together like closed gates in the middle of his forehead â the expression earning airy light and squealed laughter from your baby girl.
ânuh uhhh! not my boy-fend!â she babbles her way through the big girl word, missing a few syllables here and there, but geto still grins with pride â happily leaning forward to press enthusiastic kisses to his little angelâs damp forehead. âno boy-fend papa!
bouncing your daughter slightly, you cock your hip out to hold her weight and cheekily roll your eyes. âsuch a daddyâs girl, lying to him already? heâll let you get away with anything if you keep that up,â though you muster up a pout to rival the toddlerâs, the uncanny resemblance warming the cockles or your husbandâs heart, your tone is playful and adoring â itâs lilt full of love for the baby girl you made together. you pinch her chubby cheek, waggling it from side to side as more of her childlike laughter tangles with the scent of pasta in the air. âwe bumped into the fujioka boy and his mother at the gates this morning, he held her hand all the way up to the classroom. it was quite cute. you had to be there, love.âÂ
âiâm sure,â he responds, gentle mirth and protectiveness swirling in dark framed eyes.
you relay the information to your husband as though itâs hot gossip fresh from the press, whispering over your dark-haired daughterâs head not so secretly. even with the hair and eyes to match suguruâs, sheâs still just as much your carbon copy as she is his â he tends to say all of her spirit comes from you, not to mention the way she laughs and smiles.
shaking her head between you, both â your baby chimes in brightly. ânoooo mama!! boys are gross, i donâ hold hands with boys.â
this time suguru manoeuvres to pinch her other chubby cheek, clicking his tongue as he does so. ânot even papa?â he pretends to pout, crouching down with his hands on his knees to coo into her sweet little face.Â
ânuhhh, papa isnât gross!! papa is my favourite boy!â she quickly tacks on with a dribbly smile.
âthatâs right. iâll be the only boy in your life always, just you and i princess,â your husband reaffirms with a firm shake of his head and presses a promise in the form of a kiss to your daughterâs nose. her chubby little hands, still wet from bath time, smack either side of suguruâs face and keep him close â close enough for her to plant a soggy smooch onto his forehead affectionately. a wet kiss only a father could love. âthat settles it, iâm no longer sharing my kisses. papa says no boyfriends until youâre ninety.â
once your two loves are done sharing their candied affections, you seat your daughter on the edge of the kitchen table to allow geto the room to finish up with dinner. the comforting symphony of baby babbles and kitchen utensils clanking and food boiling fills the steamy air, it makes you smile. it feels like home. âoh come on suguru, theyâre only three. donât you think itâs the tiniest bit adorable?â you say with a sing-songy voice, entertaining both your little one and her father.âthey even share their animal crackers during break time and crayons when itâs time to colour, one of the supervisors told me.â
with his back now to you as he stirs through the pasta sauce one final time, you hardly miss the way suguruâs shoulders tense at the mention of the little boy your girl has taken a liking to. he wouldnât dare frown about it in front of her, what upsets daddy upsets baby too. thatâs why heâs always smiling for her, and you find the manâs subtle jealousy endearing. itâs always supposed to be suguru and his princess, with no room for anyone else ( aside from you, of course )Â
ânope, no boyfriends. no amount of cuteness can convince me otherwise.â voice falling tight and flat, suguru reaches into the cupboards for plates and bowls to dish up his lovingly prepared home cooked meal, slamming them into place at the table with a little less patience than before.Â
the idea of some⊠little boy chasing after his daughterâs heart? over his dead body.
âboy-fends are gross!â but your daughter is forever a daddyâs girl, furrowing her brow and crossing her tiny arms in an act of defiance â supporting her papaâs cause. boyfriends are bad!Â
fuelling her excitement and even more support for papa â food is served shortly by your husband, who plates up as best as he can with toddler safe dinnerware. you adjust your little girl into her high chair at the table, giggling to yourself softly when she cranes her neck to keep an eye on suguru. âdoes that mean papaâs gross? heâs technically mamaâs boyfriend.â
âhusband, love, thereâs a difference.âÂ
three plates of hot, aromatic spaghetti are organised in a table â each a domestic reminder of the family suguru geto has been blessed with. in that moment, he thinks he would be happy if he spent the rest of his life as just the three of you. briefly his mind wonders to setting a fourth place at the table in a decade or soâs time, once his daughter truly is old enough to date. the very thought makes him feel ill.Â
round, doe eyes dart between you and suguru as you take your seats either side of your darling daughter at the table â she mimics you both with fumbling little fingers that reach for her baby fork and concentrates as she attempts to repeat your husbandâs words. âcan i have a husbsband-love?â
you laugh and kiss her cheek, helping her to gather a bite of pasta on the full end of her fork. âhusband. just husband, my love. make sure you blow on your food please!â she follows your instructions with a comical air, cheeks puffing and breath huffing while you explain why her father is a second away from blowing his top. âgood girl. husbandâs arenât for babies, baby. and i think papa might not like it if you got one now.â
âif you got one ever!â suguru interjects, eyes narrowing while he fights with his lips to avoid a scowl. âthe answer is still no, princess. no husbands and no boyfriends until papa is old, cold and in the ground.âÂ
now that your hands are free, you grab the nearest tea towel and wind it up in your grip â launching its tail end at geto as though to swat at him. he jumps in surprise and your daughter shrieks in amusement as she begins babbling again. âdon worry, papa!. fujioka is no my boy-fend!!â she says over food in her mouth and happy tummy. geto wipes over her face again. sheâll definitely need another bath later. âhasegawa is!!â
the pair of you share a look and this time, you really think suguru might just throw in the towel.Â
how could he compete with pre-school love and paint pots shared over playtime gossip?Â
âtwo boyfriends? oh god, love⊠i think need some air.â
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Youâre the Risk, Iâll Take it
Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader
Summary: The three times Spencer followed advice and the one time he didn't (or as I'd like to better explain it, the three times Spencer fails to flirt and the one time it worked)
Warning: fluff! Just fluff!
A/n: I wanted to write something cute this time with Season 1 Spencer in mind--one of the best eras if you ask me. Hopefully I did him justice in this. The idea of this cute baby boy trying to flirt is too precious honestly. Also, if a guy did the last act for me, I'd fold like a lawn chair, yep. Risk by Gracie Abrams was on repeat while I was writing this and no proof reading was done. Let me know what you think!
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The first move Spencer tried was advised by Derek Morgan, the renowned ladies man
âKid, admit it. You like her,â Morgan pestered him with a slight smile on his face.Â
Spencer scoffed, trying to throw him off from the truth but monumentally failing. âS-sheâs my closest friend. We joined the team at the same time, of course I feel most comfortable with her,â he noted his companionâs eyebrows raising higher and higher with each word. âPlus, she likes hearing what I say even if it has no relation to the case. She asks me questions and genuinely remembers.â
Now it was Morganâs turn to scoff. âYou could be talking about Star Trek and itâs physics mistakes and sheâll still hang on to every word you say.âÂ
âActually, there arenât that many scientific errors in Star Trek. Especially consideringââ
âReid.âÂ
âRight,â he nodded once, trying to push away the urge to continue further. âThat still doesnât mean I like her.âÂ
Morgan tapped the wheel twice before turning to face his partner. âThen answer me this. How do you feel when she walks through the office doors?âÂ
âHappy, I get the same feeling when I see you or Elle come in too,â he found his fingers very interesting then. Like they held the key to unlocking the mysteries of Dark Matter and the answer to the controversial scientific theory âDo parallel universe exist?â. He wasnât telling the whole truthâdidnât want to because how could he, a man of science, explain the other bodily reactions he has when you walk in a room. How he hears his heart stutter in his chest with just a glimpse of youâthe first time it happened, he thought nothing of it, but by the third, he considered making an appointment with a specialist for possible heart arrhythmia. How he sees the room brighten when you smile in his directionâperhaps light sensitivity, and how he feels his body heat up when you utter the words âGood morning, Spence.ââpossibly hot flashes. Self diagnosis that he ruled out once he found you to be the common denominator. That left him with a riddle, a personal conundrum he lost countless of sleep over trying to solve.
âThatâs a lie, Reid. You canât be that happy to see me. You never blush like a tomato when I enter the room. For Greenaway, I could see it but for me, nu-uh,â he argued back. âOkay, what about when sheâs not there, what do you feel then?âÂ
âSad, similar to how Iâd react with you and Elle,â he blurted out another half truth. Another surface level answer that doesnât fully cover how lost he feels without your comforting presence beside him, how gloomy any room he enters in without you in it, and how incomplete his days were without hearing your voice.Â
Morgan snickered. âLies, you have to learn how to lie better to fool an FBI profiler, Reid. You donât think Iâthe team, notice that youâre quieter when she isnât on the case with us?â
âWait. Wait, the whole team?â His voice goes up an octave. You were part of the team, did that mean you knew of the effect you had on him too? âD-Does everyone have the same idea as you do? Everyone?âÂ
âNot everyone, kid. Your secret is still safe,â He smiled wide like a cat that caught the canary. âSo itâs true then, you like her.âÂ
Spencer knew there was no escape from trap, he was just glad that his secret still remained classified from the other party involved. His shoulders sagged as he nodded to confirm Morganâs findings.
âSo whatâs your play then?â
His head whipped to face his companion so fast he felt his meticulously styled hair escape the confines of his ears. âPlay? Thereâs no play. Nothing. Iâm not going to do anything and this conversation stays between us.âÂ
âOh câmon lover boy, you have to do something,â Morgan challenged. âYâknow she likes you back, right?âÂ
âNo she doesnât! I mean, why would she?â Spencer rambled on, unable to comprehend what Morgan was saying. âSheâs herâbeautiful, smart, and cool. Every case we get, thereâs at least one police officer hitting on her. And Iâm meâI talk too much and get awkward in every situation. The exact opposite!â
âReid, donât sell yourself short. She likes you, trust me on this.â He paused, listening to the update on the intercom before continuing on. âSo hereâs what youâre going to do. Compliment her outfit, girls appreciate that. Easy enough, donât you think?â
Spencer really didnât think so after all he had the tendency to go off on a tangent whenever he talks to you but he agrees nonetheless. If Morgan believes he could do it then he couldnât mess it up, right?
âââ
Wrong. It was wrong to take Morganâs advice. Never mind he can recall everything he has ever read, never mind he has an IQ of 187. What good were his talents if he, Dr. Spencer Reid, couldnât string the proper sentences along?
It started when you walked into the office wearing this light yellow blouse that made you more radiant than he thought possible. It was as if the a ray of sun had graced the bullpen and stunned his mind into silence, rendering him tongue-tied. All his monologues and hypothesis bouncing around his overactive brain fell away and the only thing he could think of was how pretty you look.
Morgan cleared his throat, bringing him back to the living. Spencer averted his awestruck gaze and busied himself with an imaginary lint on his red sweater.Â
âHey Y/N, did anything good this weekend?â Morgan asked as you settled into your desk adjacent to his.
You shrugged nonchalantly and teased back. âI bet it wasnât good as yours, Morgan. Picked anyone up last Friday or are your charms no longer working?â
âHuh, i see where this is going. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of bed today.â
Morgan chanced a peek at Spencer and internally groaned. How you didnât notice the kidâs crush on you was beyond himâall the staring and blushing he does when youâre near was a dead giveaway.
âReid. Reid,â Morgan called out.
He closed his mouth and gulped. âHm, what?âÂ
Morgan pointedly stared at him and titled his head towards your direction. A movement lost to you as you noted Elle leaving Gideonâs office.
Spencer opened his mouth to catch your attention but before he could even utter your name, Elle intervened. âQuestion for you, the foot path killer. Whyâd he stutter?â
You swiveled to face her, not having caught Spencerâs intent to speak to you. The unit chief then called them in for a caseâan arson case in a university campus. His shoulders drooped as they rushed to the jet afterwards with no chance of small talk.Â
When there was a lull in the planeâcase discussion finished, he steeled his already apprehensive nerves and took the chance, quickly wishing he hadnât.
âS-so, your shirtâs yellow,â he stated out loud like it was some sort of revelation.Â
âYes,â you drawled out, unsure as to where he was going with this. âThatâs right, Spencer.â
He drummed his fingers on the table and continued on. âDid you know that airplanes tend to avoid the color yellow as it causes dizziness and nausea? A number of studies have shown those exact results and thatâs why itâs almost never used in interiors of various forms of transportation and rarely use in advertising. Itâs like how the red is the most common color used by restaurants as it psychologically makes the viewer hungry.â
You looked down on your top. Yellow was one of your favorites and you specifically chose this as Penelope said and you quote, it looks good on you, brings out your eyes. Boy genius would probably react to it too so naively you splurged on it. But thisâthis wasnât the response you were hoping for. âSpence, are you saying my shirt is making you feel nauseous?â
He blushed and stammered out a strong refusal. âWhat, no! No! IâI meant to sayâyou, you look nice.â
You giggled under your breath, finding his long-winded route to giving you a compliment cute. âNice nice or airsickness nice?âÂ
âNice! Just nice!â He defended on, his voice cracking at the end. He caught Morganâs wide eyed gaze then as if he couldnât believe what train wreck he just witnessed.Â
Cheeks heating up further, Spencer slouched in his seat and busied himself with the files wishing that he could build a memory eraser so he could wipe the events from his and the teamâs minds or better yet, a time machine to redo the whole thing all over again.
The second move Spencer tried was advised by Elle Greenaway, the new recruit
âDo you think itâs weird that I knew that ballad?â He questioned during one of their cases in San Diego. It bothered him since the start of the case. How Morgan had teased him about his incapability of asking out the opposite sex. Never mind that you defended him right back, thatâs a lie, it made him feel special that you did but the joke was still true. A cold stone truth.Â
Elle laughed, flipping her phone repeatedly on the table while waiting for the unsub to take the bait. âI donât know how you know half the stuff you know, but Iâm glad you do.â
âDo you think thatâs why I canât get a date?â He asked as he fiddled with the unfinished Rubikâs cube in his hands.
âHave you ever asked her out?â
There was no need to ask who Elle was referring to, everyone knew of his innocentâwell maybe not so innocent at times specifically during his state of dreamingâcrush for the second youngest member of the team. He shifted his eyes to focus a few tables before hisâat you, sitting beside JJ. âNo."
âThatâs why you canât get a date.âÂ
One of the precincts phone then rang, it was the unsub, causing him to table that conversation in his vast memory.Â
âââ
Thereâs an English saying that states âthe second time is the charmâ and Spencer was hoping there were some truth to the idiom even with no scientific explanation to back it up.Â
A few cases after San Diego, he got an opening that he was unexpectedly looking for. The team was on their way back from a case in Virginia. It was late and the profilers were all tucked in their little corners of the jet decompressing while you and Spencer were huddled on the sofa quietly discussing Doctor Who.Â
âHow could you say your favorite is the Ninth Doctor when you havenât even seen the older episodes?â He rambled, clearly he would have to do something about your limited knowledge in the great universe of Doctor Who. Heâd like to explain it all, 695 episodes of the classic era to you. Heâd take any topic really just to have your interest.
You stared into his hazel speckled eyes and smiled, amused by his reaction. âItâs a bit hard to catch up on a show thatâs been around since the 70s. Plus, itâs a challenge to look for copies.âÂ
âActually, the show started in the 60sâ1963, to be exact,â he clarified. âGarcia has copies we could borrow and watch together. If thatâsââ he cleared his throat and clenched his fists closed, feeling his nails dig into his palms. ââthatâs alright with you. Ifâif not, thereâs a convention happening this weekend. I have an extra ticket, if you want to come withâonly if youâre not busy, I mean.â
âAnd risk you spoiling every episode to me? Iâd rather watch it alone, if you donât mind.â
That dragged his optimism to a crash as if a twenty ton weight landed on his chest, rendering him immovable. Of course you were going to say no. There was no proof that youâd reciprocate his interestsâhe inwardly cursed himself for believing otherwise.
âBut, Iâd like to go with you to the convention,â you said and silently added as your date to yourself, shifting in your seat with a blush blooming on your cheeks at the thought. âAlways wanted to go to one. If youâre fine with me not being in a costume. I think itâll be too late to find one, donât you think?â
Just like that, the weight on his chest lifted, making him feel weightless with glee. A wide smile grew on his face, threatening to burst his cheeks as he shook his head. âThatâs alright! But youâyou can always dress up as Rose!â
You titled your head to the side. âRose?âÂ
âYou know, the Ninth Doctorâs companion?â
âI know who she is, Spence. I just thought you didnât watch the revived series?â
He softly scoffed. âI never said that! I watched it too, mainly to compare it to the classics but Iâve seen it.â
You leaned in, wanting to ask about his opinion on it. âWell, what do you think? I happen to be part of the minority who think the actor who reprised the role did alright.â
He liked seeing you like this. It made him feel like a puppy who had his ownerâs undivided attention. All wide eyed and interested in his conjectures as to why the actor was alright himself but the problems were his short stintâmaking people vilify him over that decisionâand the material some of the writers came up with. He appreciated you nodding along and supplying your own thoughts on the subject. It warmed his heart that here was a beautiful, smart, and cool personâway out of his league, he might addâgiving her precious time away to discuss a nerdy sci-fi show that he could not rant and rave to about to anyone on the team, except for Penelope, and sheâs rarely on the field with them.Â
Your show of interest made him feel seen. Not as an agent with 3 PHDs, not as a genius with 187 IQ, but rather as a person with a right to express himself and occupy space. He wasnât Agent Spencer Reid with you nor Dr. Spencer Reid, he was just Spencer who likes to watch Doctor Who and read literature in their original language.Â
The third move Spencer did was proposed by Penelope Garcia, the spirited tech analystÂ
âWhat do you mean you took her to a convention? For a date?â Penelope squeaked out, unable to comprehend the logic behind the geniusâ actions.
âShe said she always wanted to go,â Spencer stated as the elevator stopped on the fourth floor. He had fun over the weekend. Going around booths with you, listening to invited guest panels talk about the behind the scenes, explaining the reference every costume that youâve pointed out, and just basking in your presence beyond cases. It was a memory he had replayed over and over after it had ended. It occupied his whole mind, and thatâs saying a lot, causing him to do nothing and sit in his leather sofa and smile like a lunatic during the rest of the weekend.
âWell yeah, but thatâs not date material! A date is supposed to be intimateâyou and I go to conventions together, do you count that as a date?âÂ
âWhat? No! No, of course not!âÂ
âExactly, boy wonder. Then what makes you think sheâll count that as a date?â She countered back as she entered her office with Spencer in tow.Â
Silence. Oh.
Penelope sighed, having read the despair painting his face. âDid you at least dress up as the Ninth Doctor?â
âWhat? No. No, I went as the Fourth Doctor. I even hand-knitted the scarf myself.â
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before repeating what she just heard. âYou didnât dress up as her Doctor?â
âNo,â he paused, unsure where she was going with this. âShould I had?â
âYes! Yes, you should have!â Penelope slapped his arm out of frustration. âWhy didnât you call me once she said yes? We could have talked game plan or strategy or at least have gotten you a leather jacket to match her choice of companion.â
âOh, I messed up then, didnât I?â He slumped despondently on the office chair. âYouâyou donât think she thought of it as a date at all?â
She played with her feathered pen, trying to find a way to salvage it for Spencer. âDid you take her out to dinner after?â
He shook his head, finally realizing his mistake.
âOh Spencer,â she approached gently. âI can scoop for details with Y/N later on and report back to you?â
He shook his head. It didnât feel right to have Penelope betray your trust and go behind your back over a mistake that he made. You were a honest person and you deserved to be treated with respect and reverence even though all he wanted now was peer into your viewpoint of the dateânot dateâand figure out once and for all if you saw him as anything beyond a co-worker and a friend.Â
âHm, I think I might just a solution,â Penelope blurted out of the blue.Â
He looked up with a sliver of hope blooming in his chest. Maybe third timeâs the charm. Besides, Penelope was the colleague you spent most of your time out with. You once mentioned that you considered her your best friend, besides from him of course.Â
âYou can bake her a batch of cookies! No one can say no to that,â she excitedly explained, believing it to be full proofâexcept for the fact that he doesnât know how to bake. He wants to ask you out on a date but not to the expense of burning his whole apartment building down.Â
âI canâtâI canât bake, Garcia,â he squeaked out. âDid you know that 44% of all reported home fires are caused by cooking and baking. Those fires have resulted in an average of 470 civilian deaths and 4,150 civilianââ
She interrupted. âIâll give you my recipe and detailed instructions to follow. Thatâll make it easy peasy for you, boy genius.â
âC-canât I just buy from her favorite bakery instead?â
âNo can do, Doctor. Her favorite cookies just so happen to be my creation. She told me so herself.â
âWell, canât I just ask you to make it for me? Iâll buy the ingredients!â
âNope,â she dragged out her refusal. âThink of it as an act of service to her. Plus donât you think itâs highly romantic when she finds out that you baked them yourself?â She swooned just thinking about it.
âRomantic? It wonât be romantic when I burn my apartment down, Garcia.â
She sighed. âFine, Iâll supervise if you want. This weekend, granted if weâre free. But youââ she pointed her feathered pen at him. ââbetter be prepared and Iâm just supervising, okay? Iâm not baking it myself.â
He sighed. At least having Garcia around would make it easier.
âââ-
It did not in fact make it easier. Spencer burnt two batches before six pieces were considered edible. Garcia couldnât understand, hell, he also couldnât. Baking was precise and from his scientific viewpoint, it was a lot like chemistry. He loved science and anything academic, so how is it that he failed miserably, twice, when it came to baking?Â
He shook his head as he entered the office. The first oneâhe stole a glance at Hotchâs office and saw movementâcorrection, the second one arriving early. Sometimes he wondered if the unit chief ever goes home, first in and last out.
He settled in his seat before promptly fidgeting from anticipation. Statistically speaking, you arrive earlier than Morgan or Elle which gave him enough time to gift the paper bag of cookies sitting hidden in his satchel without bringing attention to and embarrassing himself. Heâd like to have little to no audience if he ever does mess it up for the third time.Â
He brought out the cookies, afraid theyâll get crushed between his hardbound books, and placed them on your desk before standing to wash his clammy hands and make coffee. Counter intuitive of him to do as he was already a bundle of nerves and by drinking caffeine he was doubling that but maybe the smell would calm him before shooting up his energy by drinking.
As he exited the mens room, Penelope stepped out of the elevator and squealed. âIs she here? Is she? Did I miss it?â
He shook his head vigorously, trying to silence her excited glees. âNo, sheâs not here yet. Sheâllââ he looked at his watch and ran the numbers. ââbe here soon. Iâm about to brew coffee. Do you want some?â He opened the door for both of them to enter the bullpen.
âIck, no thanks,â Penelope said, scrunching her nose at the thought of drinking even a sip before scurrying away to her cave. âIâd rather not ruin my taste buds on bad coffee.â
He laughed and turned towards the kitchenette. With the coffee brewing, he drummed his fingers on the counter and mentally rehearsed what he would say to you. If he practiced, thereâs less chance of messing it up like the first time, right? In his state of concentration, he missed you entering the office in all of your beautiful glory.
âOoh cookies!â you exclaimed as you opened the unknown package on your table.
Spencer abruptly turned, hitting his side on the corners as he did. His eyes widened as he registered you holding the unsigned paper bag of treats on your desk.Â
âThey must be from Penny,â You continued on, oblivious to his presence and the devastation your remark caused him. Of course, heâd find another way to mess it up. You glanced around and your smile widened as you took in his handsome presence. âOh hey Spence! Look, Penny made me cookies!â You tip-toed out of excitement.Â
He smiled at your enthusiasm for something as simple as treats in the morning. The giggle you gave out as you entered the kitchenette was enough for him to slightly care less for the truth. He loved bringing out the happiness in you. It was like his own personal sunshine shining down on him, soaking him with vitamin D and boosting his overall sense of wellbeing. âDo you want coffee with that? Itâs still hot,â he offered.Â
You tapped the side of your hips with his as a sign of good will. âThanks, Spence! This is turning out to be a great day, donât you think?â
He watched as you busied yourself with putting cream and sugar in your of cup and sighed wistfully. âI think so too.â
And the last move Spencer did was recommended by no one but himself, the awkward 187 genius
With all three acts not delivering, he promised to try one last time without any outside interference besides from yours in his memory. You always did tell him to be himself in any situation, no matter how much he stumbled through any awkward situationâalways there giving him a pat on the back for encouragement.Â
Over the weekend, he spent his time reading two of your favorite booksâwhich didnât take much but he did read them again and again, regardless of his eidetic memory, trying to understand why these specific books were your comfort. Always pushed within the confines of your go bag, dog-eared and brown from age. He wanted to know how theyâve become an extension of you and how it had shaped you to the woman he has fallen in love with.Â
He found himself hunched over his dining table, underlining sentences that made him think of you, scribbling away on the margins (and sometimes on post its too), and tabbing the written pages with a variety of colors that each represent an emotion. The act in it of itself made him feel closer to you than he thought possible. Lines in the books that made him think, ah so this was what formed your kind spirit. This is why your empathy knew no bounds. And this is why your beauty is inside and out. Â
Spencer laid down to rest, anxious for the next day, Monday, to come. His heart threatening to beat out of his chest but his mind oddly calm as if it had a precognition that everything would turn out just right.
âââ
You arrived earlier than he did, throwing him off balance.Â
âHey Spence!â You greeted with a smile. âI got you a croissant and some coffee from that shop near my place.â
He blushed and stammered out a thank you. You were wearing a deep purple blouse that matched the scarf around his neckâthe birthday gift youâve given. He was no believer of the mystics but he took all of these as a sign from the stars. There was no way he would mess this up now.
âIâI got you something too,â he looked inside his satchel, hands shaking from it all. Gods, he wished this would go well or else, he might just die from embarrassment. âItâs nothing much butâI read your two favorite books and justâI wanted to discuss it with you,â he brought out the tabbed copies and presented them to you. âThese are for you. I know you have copies of your own but I-I put my own notes on which lines reminded me of you.â
Your face turned red at the notion behind it all. Here was the BAU genius, the certified lover of the classics and the academia, the man who had your affections since day one, reading two contemporary literatures just for him to present you a gift like no other. You reached out and hugged the precious copies to your chest.Â
âThank you, no oneâs ever done this for me before,â you breathed out, falling deeper into attraction with the perfection in front of you. â Hey Spence, I may sound delusional asking this and you can say no if you want to butââ you visibly gulped, unaware of the audience nearby. ââwould you like to have dinner with me? I make a mean lasagna.â
He turned red and vigorously nodded. âY-Yes. Yes, Iâd love to have dinner with you.â
You giggled, sounding like wind chimes to his ears. He did too, giggle I mean, from the triumph of finally knowing that his feelings were willingly reciprocated.
âFinally, you love birds!â Morgan shouted as he swung his arm around Spencer. âDidnât know how much we could take from this pretty boyââ pointing at him âasking for advice and youââ pointing at you ââpretty girl is as dense as a rock. Tell me again howâd you end up as profiler with those observation skills.âÂ
A hand whacked him at the back. âWay to ruin the moment, Morgan.â Elle chided before turning to Spencer with a smile. âSee told you, you could get a date.â
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Waking Him up with a Kiss
Summary: Malleus/Silver/Jamil x Gn!Reader. You wake your lover up with a kiss.
Requested by an anon. Fuck you, Tumblr.
CW: Jamil is kinda sus but I wouldn't be doing him justice if he wasn't.
Also! Always get consent from your partner before kissing them in their sleep! That's a cool kid thing to do!
He'd been hinting at this for a while now. All his life, Lilia had regaled him with fairy tales where the sleeping prince or princess was woken with true love's kiss. Malleus had always been a hopeless romantic, and, damn, did he want that!
He'd left the books out when he slept over. He made sure that if he knew you would come looking for him, he'd nap on his back. He sighs dreamily (and loudly) whenever he rereads those fairytales next to you. He waxes on and on about how romantic being awoken with a kiss is. He knows he's dense. But he thinks you're worse.
Lilia giggles and says to be patient, Silver says to just tell you what he wants, and Sebek says to just banish you for the treason of making him sad. He decides that Lilia has never steered him wrong before, so he decides to be patient.
And one day it happens. He's dreaming of you, walking through a meadow, hand in hand. You turn to him, your radiant smile glowing brighter than the sun of his dreams. You press your lips to his, gentle as a cloud, and it feels so real that he doesn't want to wake up.
But he does, and he moans a little as he regrets losing the dream world. But the feeling of your lips doesn't fade. Light as a cloud, gentle as a dove, a feeling that makes him feel so full inside he thinks he'll burst.
His eyes flutter open, and there you are, on your knees in the grass, smiling softly as you push one of his dark bangs away from his eyes. He smiles sleepily, putting together that his dream came true.
âNow that you've given me a taste, I hope you know that I am insatiable,â he said, his voice still husky with sleep. You giggled, as though you thought he was joking.
Oh, you sweet little human.
He is not joking.
He has told you this on many occasions. If you are hanging out, and he falls asleep, do whatever you need to to wake him up. He originally tried to be chill about it, but eventually he let on just how much it distressed him when he missed time with you. He didn't want to miss out on any time with you. Yes, it was partially for you. But if he was honest, it was mostly for him. It hurt his chest to think about losing time with someone he loved. Being around the fae taught him every moment mattered.
Usually, you try everything. You shake him, you steal his pillow, you bang a pot, you set three alarms to go off at the same time. But today, you tried something different.
Silver blinked his eyes open, only to be met by your uncertain ones staring back at him, your face hovering a few inches above his.
He gently lifted a hand to his lips, the ghost of your kiss lingering. He may not have been fully awake for it, but he knows it happened.
His mind was immediately transported to a moment in his youth. He was sitting by his father, sniffling sadly because he fell asleep during Lilia's birthday party.Â
âAh, my sweet son,â Lilia said with a warm smile, gently nuzzling his cheek against Silver's. âI know it's not your fault. Even doctors have told you you can't help it. I am not upset at all.â
âBut it's your birthday,â Silver sniffled. âI feel like I must be cursed.â
Lilia's eyes widened in understanding.
âThat must be it!â He said excitedly. He ran to the nearby bookshelf and pulled off a book, before nodding sagely.
âYes, that must be it, look,â he flipped to a page in the story, pointing to a picture of a sleeping princess being kissed awake by a knight in shining armor. âI know this curse! When you find true love, perhaps their kiss will save you!â
Silver excitedly nodded at the picture, his eyes wide.
Lilia snapped the book shut, authoritatively. âBut until then, I don't want you to be sad when you fall asleep. Your hero will save you one day. And they might be sad that they took a long time to save you. So if you are less hard on yourself, it might help them feel better. Promise?â
Silver nodded happily.
Lilia is a menace, filling his son's heads with fairytales. /Affectionate
In the present, Silver smiled softly.
âDid you kiss me awake?â
âSorry, I know I should have asked, but I figured when you said wake me up however I can-â
âThat's correct. I could have said it plainly, but this is definitely what I pictured when I said that. But in case you need me to verbally say it, yes, please continue to wake me up like this. I think I will wake up every single time.â
You smiled at him, still hovering over him, making him long for your kiss again.
âYou know, I wasn't awake for the last one. Would you please kiss me again?â
You giggled, then leaned in and pressed your lips to his.
âI feel like I need more ways to show my love for you,â you said thoughtfully. Jamil sat next to you on your bed in Ramshackle, reading over your report, and checking for mistakes.
âAnd what makes you say that?â He hummed in amusement.
âSeriously? You do everything for me! And I'm just kinda here!â
âI'm perfectly satisfied with that. In fact, I'd rather do all the hard stuff so that you have the energy to shower me in affection when I'm done,â he snickered to himself. If anything, a small selfish part of him liked the idea of you feeling like you had something to prove. It made you a very physically affectionate lover to âmake up for itâ. And while he was easily flustered, he very much liked the gentle caresses, warm embraces, and hungry kisses you gave him.
âTell you what,â he hummed, handing you back the marked up report. It would take you hours to make the corrections. He loved you, but you were at a disadvantage when it came to college courses in the laws of magic. âI'm going to take a nap. When you finish, I'd really feel loved if you kissed me awake.â
He laid down, resting an arm over his eyes.Â
âYou could just stay the night if you're that tired,â you said in that tone of voice that only came when you were pouting.
âCan't. Kalim has a test tomorrow, and I need to make sure he wakes up for it.â
You grumbled something, but he was already out cold.
He feltâŠwarm. He softly sighed, as he felt your kiss deepen. Still not opening his eyes, he wrapped an arm around your neck, and continued sleepily kissing you. Yeah. This is the life he wanted. To be rewarded for his hard work with your affection.
He finally opened his eyes with a scowl when you pulled away.
âI didn't say to stop. This is about expressing your love, right?â He snickered.
You pouted. âI miss when every single thing would fluster you.â
He scowled and stood up, stretching away the sleepiness as he prepared for his trek back to his dorm.
âI don't.â
You smiled sweetly, then reached out for his hair.
âLuckily, I can still make you all blushy when I play with your hair.â
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âGood night love,â he scowled as he stormed out of the room.
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kisses before dinner â steve comes home to his girls after a long day. 2k, mom!reader
Steve has a back ache twinging between his shoulders that takes his breath away as he treks the last step up to the front door. The door gets caught on the latch when he pushes it open, which is awesome, Steveâs so glad youâre being safe late at night, but deplorable in that he has wood grain etched into his jaw and no way inside.Â
âGirls?â He knocks the glass pane. âAnybody home?âÂ
Everyone should be home. Your car is in the driveway, the girlsâ shoes are by the wall. He pushes the door open as far as he can (not far) and weasels his face into the gap to look for you. Itâs dark besides the upstairs bathroom light.Â
Steve calls your name a few times, but eventually comes to the realisation that youâre all asleep and heâs locked out. He closes the door and heads back to his car to scrounge the spare back door key from under his seat.Â
He fights through the garden gate covered in brambles to the backyard. It hasnât been touched since summer, forgotten things left to the elements. Averyâs bike flakes with copper coloured rust against the wall. The trampoline net is tangled and fallen off of one side. There are plastic cups in the stinging nettles growing back beneath it and gummy bears swollen with water along the paving stones like some poor retelling of Hansel and Gretel. He unlocks the back door and promptly knocks over the trash can heâd left in front of it. His back whines as he cleans it away, but at least itâs warm inside.Â
Itâs good to be home.Â
He shoves the toppled garbage back into the can, washes tomato sauce off of his hands in the sink, and lets himself bask in his own poorly lit company for a moment, rubbing his tired eyes. He was hoping for a welcome party. It took longer to help Robin move than theyâd anticipated.Â
âI wonât be back for a while,â heâd said apologetically down the phone.Â
âOkie dokie,â youâd crooned. He didnât need to see you to know there was a baby in your lap. âJust come home when you can, babe. And lift with your knees! Iâll put your plate in the fridge, yes? Love you.â Your voice turned to sugar. âLove you, love you, love you, honey.â You definitely werenât talking to him at that point. Mother of my kids, heâd thought reverently, the strength of a thousand men restored for an hour or two before the fatigue truly set in and he and Robin considered leaving the rest of her furniture on her new front lawn.
He scratches his hair from his eyes with both hands. Mother of my kids, he thinks again. Youâve actually managed to keep the kitchen tidy, the only evidence of a day of play being the grape juice rings on the dining table placemats. How the fuck youâve done it is a miracle worth marvelling. Three children, one (admittedly smaller) baby bump, and a full eighteen hours by yourself. Youâre very impressive.Â
He decides to tell you emphatically with his face in your neck. He should shower, and he will apologise to you for subjecting you to his sweaty hair in the morning. Youâll shrug off his apology, say something sweet about for better or worse or maybe wrinkle your nose and kiss him anyways.Â
Steve honestly canât find any shame about how much he likes you. Like and love can begin to diverge in a marriage, especially after kids when your duty as parents is more important than it is as partners, but youâve yet to let him pull away, and he wonât give you a reason to. Heâll keep trying as hard as possible to be a husband you can adore. And you donât have to do much, really. Realistically you give the majority of yourself every day to Steve and your kids, but he would cling to you if you got sick of it. He knows he would. You could turn hermit and live under the bed, and Steve would spend half his life on his stomach just looking at you.
Half trying to pull you out again. The other half getting the girls ready for school. Heâs so tired he doesnât realise that this is too many halves.Â
When he gets to the top of the stairs he feels like a lifetime has passed since he left that morning, bright and early at 5AM. Thereâd been driving, car swaps, booing at people from behind the wheel, a hundred boxes, a million trips up and down the stairs, and a suspicious washing machine recalibration. This was without the cold coke drinking, peanuts, popcorn, mistimed movie references, and the obligatory insulting of Robinâs girlfriendâs mauve chaise, of which Robin refused to participate.Â
Between all that, thereâd been worrying, and a want for more phone calls. Promise me youâll call me if you need anything at all, heâd said that morning, giving your face a fond caress. Thereâs a confidence that comes with this much love. Steve can pour every inch of his affection for you into one touch and knows youâll soak it up like a sponge. Really. Any problems, any stress, any tantrums. Just call me. Iâm ten minutes away.Â
You were grateful if amused, telling him he didnât need to worry so much, and then offering him another slice of toast.Â
Is it weird how much I love my wife? he wonders, pushing open the bedroom door gently.Â
Youâre actually awake! Heâs shocked and a little betrayed to find you looking at him, but the betrayal fades when he notices the swelling around your eyes and your trembling arm as you hoist yourself up under Averyâs weight. Heâs woken you up coming in.Â
âSorry,â he mouths, frowning at your shakiness.Â
You manage a smile and beckon him forward. The problem is the little ladies strewn about in the way. Avery drools on your chest while Dove takes up the entirety of Steveâs side, spread into a star shape, and Bethie snores loudly by your knees. An especially aggressive one makes him laugh as he rounds the bed to your side.Â
âHello,â he whispers, taking your face into a loving hand, âsorry Iâm back so late.âÂ
You smile into his palm but donât say anything.Â
âYou okay? Had a good day?â he asks.
You hum something nonsensical. He wipes at your cheek in the rough way you enjoy, your face bumped with every stroke of his thumb.
âDid youâŠâ Your eyelashes flutter closed. âDid you eat?âÂ
âLoads. Sorry. Iâll eat my dinner tomorrow.â
You wrinkle your nose. Heâs been dying to see it. âDonât bother, it wasnât my best.â
âAll dinners are your best.âÂ
You cover his hand with yours, and then you steal it away from your cheek and kiss it all over. Steve bends down to hug you.
âMissed you,â you say at the same time. Steve laughs. âWas it a long day?â you ask.Â
âI could ask you the same thing.âÂ
âIt was aeons,â you say. âThe girls were good, mostly. Baby not so much.âÂ
âAw, no,â he croons softly, âwhatâs she been doing?âÂ
âShe wonât let me eat.âÂ
Steve rubs the top of your arm. âIâm sorry, honey. You shouldâve called me.âÂ
âWhat are you gonna do, H?â
He breathes out into the side of your face. âYouâre right, like always. What can I do?âÂ
He canât do a thing to ease your morning sickness, so⊠Steve ends up taking a knee on the bed beside you to hold you for a while, no rush to lay down even though he aches in strings and shouts. âIâm glad I canât get pregnant. Iâd have hundreds of your babies if I could and it would be torture.âÂ
You laugh at his absurdity in the giggly startled way heâd been hoping for.Â
âDid you throw up?â he asks, pulling away enough to see your face while his hand starts the soft journey down your front to your bump. Youâre about three months along and the bump came quickly. Itâs cute and Steve loves it and he tries not to be weird about it but heâs weird about you.Â
âNo, just kept churning. I made eggs for breakfast and we canât eat them anymore.âÂ
Steve kisses your cheek, the corner of your eye, knowing itâll make you happy. Your smile follows swiftly after, and he kisses that with gusto. âI donât even like eggs,â he mumbles.
âYou love eggs.âÂ
âWhat was it like being the stay at home mom today?â he asks.Â
âHard. But fun. Avery was being really nice to me all day, did you have something to do with that?âÂ
âAveryâs always nice.âÂ
Your smile widens impossibly, âYeah, but she was asking me if I wanted to sit down and if I needed a glass of water all day.âÂ
Steve shrugs. âDoesnât sound like something Iâd do.âÂ
âWell donât do it again, H. Sheâs just a baby. She doesnât need to worry about me.âÂ
Steve strokes your forehead, totally in your orbit. âSheâs not worrying. Are you worrying about her when you take care of her? And sometimes you need a reminder.âÂ
You chew it over. âOkay⊠youâre right. You win that one, Harrington. Mostly âcos Iâm too tired.â
Steve always wins when he gets to slide into bed next to you. You push yourself over and bunch the kids up tighter. Thereâs not quite enough room for him. He feels as though heâs one little legged kick from falling back out, but he doesnât mind, wrapping an arm around you and Avery where sheâs sliding off of you and onto the mattress between you both. The poor girl is in a deep sleep, dribbling from the corner of her mouth. Steve wipes it away.Â
âYou comfortable enough?â he asks.Â
âIâm fine. Thank you for asking.âÂ
He rests his head against yours on the pillows. âMissed you.âÂ
âBut you had fun, right?âÂ
âIt was great. I feel like I ran a marathon.âÂ
âExhausted?â you ask.Â
âAnd accomplished⊠You sure youâre okay? It was a long day by yourself. That stunt you pulled in the kitchen? Incredible.âÂ
âI thought youâd like that. I told the girls youâd buy them a pony.âÂ
âYou did not.âÂ
You laugh into his cheek. âNo, I didn't, you caught me⊠Iâm fine, really. I did miss you. Itâs not nice, not seeing you. Iâm used to a couple of hours, but it started feeling wrong when it was dark out, I⊠itâs silly but I was thinking about how horrible it would be if you never came backââ
Your pitch lifts up as Steve gasps and slaps a hand over your mouth (doesnât slap, but covers, big hand on your lips and pressing them shut without sympathy).Â
âDonât be ridiculous.â He meets your eyes, smiling hard despite the fatigue clinging to you both, and doesnât buckle, even as you kiss his palm again. âPregnancy brain is a scary thing.âÂ
Your eyes turn to melting. Heâs putty immediately, pulling your hand away to caress your cheek.Â
âWanna be crazy in love in the morning?â he asks gently. You put your arm behind Averyâs back and smile as she snuggles into your ribs. Steve kisses your nose. âGo to sleep, honey. I can feel how tired you are. Back to normal in the morning.âÂ
âLove you, Steve.âÂ
âLove you, too.â
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Married in the past, married in the present
To think that the Amity Trio would get dragged by their children (Dan and Dani) into another universe as a form of vacation and to escape the annoying palace councils, was not something to be expected in the Fenton-Nightangle-Foley-Manson family. it was due for a vacation anyways.
But here's the catch, They decided they should atleast take a two month break with each other so they can explore this universe more, but they did agree that every 2 weeks they'll pass the custody of their kids with each other.
It was very eventful to say the least,
Tucker, got adopted. by the one and only Bruce Wayne how?? he doesn't know either, the only thing he can remember was Bruce Wayne shoving a couple of adoption papers in his face, and now he was suddenly a Wayne, he certainly was not complaining he gets to use their advance technologies without it getting corrupted by his partner Danny(he loved the guy, but he needed his daily screen time too.)
He finds out about their secret identities two days in, was not completely surprised to find a cave downstairs, "Every billionare has one, you're not unique." was his words before he went on and explore the cave leaving a very confused batfam. he agreed to help them but if its only for hacking and stuff connected to technology, and to only join them if it's really a life changing scenario.
He was the second one to have Dan and Dani, so when they found out they're dad got adopted by a rich billionaire they were equally disappointed, Tucker tried to defend himself for his poor decision, to say the batfam was shocked once again was an understatement, imagine finding that their new brother had two children and two partners was lnot part of their new years plan. Dan and Dani only took a couple of hours for them to fit in.
Sam, went on and became a vigilante, under Harley Quinn and poison ivy's care, with almost the same powers as Ivy and same humor as Harley the three of them certainly became close friends.
Sam definitely had fun blowing up factories, and proceed to prank cops and officials, she had a run with the infamous batfam a couple of times, mostly Robin, the first time they've met they had a spar with their own weapons ofcourse,but at the same time all Sam could think was: 'the hell's a kid doing vigilante work?'. Eventually they have bonded over different weapons and fighting styles, Batman had atleast tried to recruit Sam who goes by FoliahĂ rĂ at some point, but was turned down quite harshly.
She was the first one to take care of their children, Ivy loved Dan's brutality and Harley adored Dani's chaotic self. so they became the fun cool aunts of the two children, they have somepoint asked one peaceful breakfast who the other parents are, But the only thing Sam had said was they'll meet them someday.
Danny becomes a villain, a mad scientist to be exact wondering what'll happen if he follows in his parents footsteps, he also works alongside with Mr.Freeze, and they discuss a cure together for Mr.Freeze's wife,.
He doesn't use his ghost powers in villainy his explanation? Phantom was for the good and peace. While Fenton-Nightangle was for the bad and destruction. it certainly was a shitshow when he first debuted, lets just say Gotham had an early snow day, about 20 meters of snow covered Gotham for a week. The worst part is that the snow doesn't melt. so the only thing they could've do was to sit and watch as only Fenton was able to melt the snow.
Danny was the last to get his kids, so as a responsible parent he let them go crazy, for the whole two weeks as long they keep their identities a secret and to be back at lunch, dinner, curfew and family night. which led to a bunch of rogues getting hunted and tied up by a pair of ghost kids. It was a peaceful quiet two weeks for Gotham.
'this is absolutely hilarious' Tucker known as Codelith mentally chuckled as his bat family including FoliahĂ rĂ who was sitting across him also tied up, he knew it was Sam the first moment he laid his eyes on her. no one does eyeliner as thick as Sam. Speaking of Sam she was glaring at him from across the room.
from different audiences it may have look like the two was going to kill eachother, but in reality its just their love language. The batfam looked at them confused.
"Codelit." Sam greeted in a annoyed tone.
"FoliahĂ rĂ ." Tucker greeted in a more joyful tone.
"You two know eachother?" Duke questioned, as he eyed the two. very confused on why the two of them almost have the same green toxic light surrounding them.
"Ofcourse we do, we're ma-" Sam was cut off, by the sound of someone maniacally laughing. fate seemed to be a bitch because in strolled Joker himself holding a bloodied crowbar.
Tucker can feel Red hood relive his trauma, from where his sitting, he didn't really focused on the Jokers dramatic speech, because all he can think was the safety of his new family he grew comfortable with. thank fuck Dan and Dani aren't here.
"What's this a new birdie? Batman.. you sure like taking in a lot of children, how generous of you." this finally caught tucker's attention when as he saw joker walking towards him, his family stayed quiet but kept watching Joker's movements they looked constipated Tucker almost let out a snort but kept it in.
"Codelith wasn't it, Very unique I wonder why you picked it."Joker asked with a chuckle that made tucker want to puke. "Not talkative ey? well that's alright.
"I don't need you to talk." Joker playfully picked up his crowbar, then placed it on Tucker's shoulder dangerously close to his head."I just need you to scream."
He saw Sam trying to use her powers in the background, which unfortunately wasn't working because she's too used making exaggerated movements when using her plant powers, he remembers her saying that it makes it more easy to manipulate the greens around her, so she definitely had trouble controlling it while tied up, after all there was so little wrist movement to work with.
He sent a warning gaze to his Family and wife. to not make any sudden moves, which made Sam hesitantly stop, It was different with the batfam though they were really trying to be free from the ropes.
He returned his attention to joker, who was still waiting for an answer. "He's coming." was all he said, this only made joker grin, and the Bats confused. While Sam immediately got it.
Joker laughed fucking ugly laugh if Tucker said so himself, the rogue pointed at his new family's direction 'Who's he? can't you see new birdie they're all here no one's going to get you!"
And then Joker lifted his crowbar then struck down at Codelith's head, a awful sound resonated across the building, Fuck that's going to leave a nasty concussion. he felt blood dripping from his nose, as he heard the shouts and screams of the Bats and Sam. Oh Sam, I'm alright, Everything's okay, He can feel FoliahĂ rĂ 's panic and anger from here.
Its okay, he's okay, because he's here.
Tucker grinned fucking grinned, like a villain type of grin. he looked up at Joker's direction and said:"He's here."
And then the wall blew up, making everyone in the warehouse startled, Here comes in the man itself. Fenton fucking Nightangle. with a smile plastered on his face he strutted in with full confidence, damn that's attractive Sam and Tucker agreed with each other.
"Joker." was all Fenton said, as he looked at the man with no emotion, his gaze landed on Sam then landed on Tucker who's blood was dripping on the floor, the only thing that Danny saw was green.
HURT?/PAIN?/IN DANGER.
"Mr. Fenton! are you also here to watch the show?"Joker grinned teeth showing and all. "It's such a pleasure for you to be her-"
Danny walked passed Joker, Never giving him a chance to finish, he focused his gaze infront of him and went towards Tucker and cupped his face making sure he wasn't hurt that much.
"Ah... ofcourse you would immediately go to them, so silly of me!"Joker laughed.
"What do you mean by that?" Batman asked suspicously, as he made sure the Fenton boy didn't hurt his new son.
"Don't tell me you don't know Batsy! gosh darn am I the one that'll say this so exciting." The irritating man chuckled. "Well if you didnt know Batman, Dr.Fenton, FoliahĂ rĂ , and Codelith are all married together!"
The Bats let out a gasp of surprise as they looked at the trio, who remained quiet.
"I know right! such a wonderful love story." Joker wiped a fake tear. "Too bad I have to kill you all, Dr. Fenton you might've taken the town in surprise by your so wonderful inventions, but you are nothing without your gadgets." Joker explained while twirling the crowbar in his hands.
Danny let out a chuckle, his back facing the green haired man. "I see that you've made some research about us Joker."
"Yes, you are quite right, I am married to Codelith and FoliahĂ rĂ , But there's something you've missed in your research." Fenton continued, he can hear Red robin in the background saying "I don't believe Codelith can pull two fine people." who was shushed by Nightwing.
"And what would that be? please entertain me Doctor." Joker grinned.
"My Hero name's Phantom." With that Danny made a slashing motion as he swiftly faced the Joker face to face, not even a second later half of the warehouse was engulfed by ice including Joker.
Hair white as now. skin pale as a paper, and eyes green as toxic radiation, he once again faced. The vigilantes with a smile and said:
"Well that was an eventful night, who wants Fudge?"
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â YANDERE! MALEWIFE! GENSHIN AU part one | two | three | four
âą alhaitham, kaveh, tighnari, cyno
introducing ! at the altar decorated by the blooming lotus flowers, your wrist is bound to your husband with a red string and a promise of togetherness. while the people dance and sing in celebration of the newlywed, his eyes are on you and you onlyâ possessive through and through, even in parabandhana.
[ surpriseeeeeeee yea you did not expect this did you yeah neither did I. i just sat on my computer and decided to be productive. also did not include baizhu and mika for now cuz I got lazy. ]
warning ! yandere behavior, drĂșgging, manipulation, mentions of locking you away and mĂșrder
â ADMONISHING INSTRUCTION. alhaitham | ۧÙÙÙŰ«Ù
[ âsure, sure, iâll clean up after you go. hm? iâm not being lazy at all, just enjoying my peace and quiet.â]Â
âą my boy is living the dream life. no nosy seniors, demanding bosses, and curious co-workers. just him and his hardworking partner and the freedom to do his research at his own time. when youâre around, he tends to slack off (though he denies it) but he does his part of the chores anyway, so you donât really have any complaints. heâd already been living the cushy life before, but now this lifestyle is more than comfortable.
âą he helps you out with your work when he sees you struggling, and he lets you use him as a soundboard to work out solutions. sometimes even lets you complain. keyword: sometimes. most of the time heâll distract you with a movie or just bring you to the bed so the two of you can read a book together. unfortunately, his tolerance towards whining is very low (reminds him too much of a certain blonde), but he still loves you enough that heâs willing to let your stress out through other means.
âą marriage seems to have made him a bit of a romantic, though heâll tell you that heâs stayed the same as he was when he was still your boyfriend. whenever youâre squinting at your computer screen in frustration, youâll be caught offguard when he presses a tender kiss to your temple and sets down a mug of coffee next to you. or while youâre talking about something or another as you eat, heâll clasp your hands in his and press a chaste kiss to each knuckle. these gestures has you blushing and stammering all the time, reverting you back to the naive student you were when you met him. this makes him a bit smug, so you often hit him in embarrassment.
âą he would never look down at you. marrying you means he has acknowledged you his equal, and to be fair he doesnât really have a habit of looking down on others. however, when he sees some pesky flies fly a bit too close, he often gets too full of himself. someone trying to smooth talk you at the cafe? haithamâs not one for pda, but heâll wrap a sturdy bicep around your waist and watch as the poor thing trembles from his gaze.Â
âą haitham doesnât always tell you this, but he admires you for a lot of things. but sometimes you get a bit too⊠irrational, and he knows that he has to be the one to bring you down sometimes. youâre not a kid, so you should know better. besides, haithamâs always been the more rational between the two of you. sometimes bordering onâŠheartless, but you never tell him that. you donât have the heart to.
âą heâs often the decision-maker, most of the time not even asking you what you want. he says itâs not about want, he has to take the rational decision for the both of you. youâve always been a little⊠dull. itâs an endearing trait, but itâs something that has to go away as you both age. he sees the hurt flash in your eyes when he tells you this, and he thinks he can make up for it with a gentle kiss between your pretty eyes. he loves you like his equal, really, but sometimes (most of the time) you need a good talking down to.
âso youâll continue to let your brother exploit you, despite everything heâs done to you in the past?â haitham shuts his book and stares at you with a seemingly bored gaze. âyou know you donât need to give them that solicitation, right? heâs not worth it.â
âitâ itâs not about him, haitham, believe me!â you plead with him. âiâm, iâm doing this for his wife, okay? she doesnât deserve to deliver a baby in his dingy apartment with no professionals around. itâs not fair! just because my brother was a dĂck doesnât mean she deserves the cold shoulder too! have some compassion for once!â he rolls his eyes and gets up, towering above some good inches. his eyes look down at you, but his hand rests heavy on your shoulder as if trying to calm you down. âitâs not about compassion, dear. itâs about being rational. once your brother sees you softening, heâll start asking for more and more and more and well, we know what kind of person you are.â you open your mouth to retort, but he shakes his head. âyouâre too soft, [y. name]. chasing around the affection of others⊠you donât have to do that anymore.â
[ âthis is for the both of us. iâm sure you canât tell now, but sooner or later, youâll thank me.â ]
â EMPYREAN REFLECTION. kaveh | کۧÙÙ
[ âyouâre the â hic!â the best thingâs that ever happened to me! ofâ of course iâm crying! iâm not heartless!â ]Â
âą for kaveh, your marriage was both a blessing and a cause of distress to him. a blessing, of course, because what sane man would not want to get married to you! his darling, light of his life, the one who tolerates his flaws more than any other person on teyvat! but at the same time, he canât just let you shoulder his burdens! he canât give you the luxury you deserve to have, you donât deserve to be saddled with his debt, itâsâ itâs just not fair!
âą with kavehâs sense of aesthetics and talent for architecture, you two will have the prettiest home around! it is a must for this architect to gift you with the prettiest home youâve ever laid eyes on. sure, he canât give you the grandiose mansion that you deserve even with both of your savings joined, but a master architect will make the most of what he has. this is the place where heâll make memories with you, where youâll grow a family and your chi⊠children (?!??!!!!) will live. it has to be as beautiful as you.
âą complains like youâd never believe. heâs always been chatty, but he gets even chattier after a disagreement with a client or a run-in with a certain someone or when he hears whispers of your horrendous workplace. to anyone else, his overdramatic flair might be a bit too much to handle, but you canât help but listen with amusement as your husband drones on and on and on and embellishing his rants with over-the-top remarks. nevertheless, in the case that you do get weary, just press a kiss on his lipsâ it will surely leave him an incoherent mess in no time.
âą a bit too eager for your praise. itâs not like people donât praise him all the time, but itâs only your approval that he cares for. when he makes a meal that heâs proud of, heâs squirming nervously in the seat across you as he watches you take bite after bite. when he finished his part of the chores, he tends to be a bit clingy with you as he tries to fish for compliments. itâs your choice to cave in so easily or play around with him, but when you do utter a compliment, know that youâll be left with a gooey pile of mush cuddling into you.
âą on the other hand, kaveh absolutely cannot handle fights with you. fighting is a normal thing between couples, but he gets so absolutely wrecked itâs unreal. your look of disappointment, the glare you gave him, the fed-up sigh when you push him away and say that you need some time away from him⊠they all drive him insane. he curses himself, wondering whyâd he have to go and open his stupid mouth and fuck everything up. youâre not wrong, never wrong, and it should be him to take the blame. the longer the fight, the more his wellness and self-confidence cracks. itâs a common sight to see him groveling on the ground, for your forgiveness, begging for you to notice him again. the sight is so pathetic that you canât bear to look away.
âą the most insecure husband to ever exist and grows even worse with every fight you two might have had in the past. anyone who approaches you has him tensing up and tightening his grip on you, but a raised brow from you has him reluctantly loosening his grip and shamefully looking away. heâs plagued with thoughts of you leaving (because why would you stay with a wreck like him?) and overthinks every friendly gesture you give towards anyone who isnât him (is that how you smile with someone who isnât a complete fool?). heâs a pushover and craves your love and attention the most. if you love being an asshole and having someone completely around your finger, thereâs no perfect husband to get more than kaveh.
âkavehâŠâ you start hesitantly, brows furrowed as you put a hand on his shoulder. âkaveh⊠thereâs really no need for you to do all this.â but despite your gentle words, it only makes kaveh flinch and bury his weeping face even more into your chest. âiâm sorry, iâm sorry, iâm sorry,â he keeps whispering with a voice ragged from the amount of apologies heâs repeated. âi wonât do it again. whatever iâve done please just forgive me. i canât, i canât stand it!â he looks up at you and that pretty face of his is ruined with tears. âplease come back to me. you donât have to sleep at that inn anymore. i canât handle you not being with me anymore.â your grip on his shoulder tightens, and your expression seems to twist between a grimace and guilt. the only reason you stayed at an inn was because you were a coward, and you couldnât handle watching kaveh break down as he beats himself up for a mistake that you caused. this fight was your fault to begin with, but the only one ruined was the innocent one. âi⊠i forgive you, dear,â you hushedly whisper, with the audacity of a man who did nothing but take advantage. âi forgive you. no matter what youâve done.â and when he brightens up and smiles so prettily, your heart squeezes in your chest as he pulls you into a kiss sweeter than you deserve.
[ âwh⊠what are you apologizing forâŠ? thereâs no need to look at me like thatâŠ! you can blame me all you like!â ]
â VERDANT STRIDER. tighnari | ۧÙŰ·ŰșÙ۱Ù
[ âonce again, i told you not to eat your bossâ baking! no, i donât care if they looked nice! they. are. poisonous!â ]
âą heâs more at ease now that he doesnât have to tolerate idiots who think eating poisonous mushrooms recklessly count as experiments or co-workers who tell him stupid jokes all the time. itâs a less stressful environment now⊠at least, thatâs what he thinks. so why do you keep coming home barely alive?! youâll find tighnari fussing over you and nagging at your officeâs poor working environment.
âąyouâll have the prettiest garden in the whole neighborhood, if not the whole world! the research data he can acquire from the plants in his backyard is limited, so itâs mostly a hobby of his. of course, he doesnât just grow whatever there! thereâs tons of medicinal herbs growing there and thereâs a shed you both built where he can experiment wherever he likes. whenn youâre off work, you like to idle the time away in the garden while tighnari is hard at work on another of his concoctions. simply admiring his focused face is enough to put the stress of work behind you, and you think itâd be prettier if you tucked a flower behind his ear. but you never learn, do you? he launches off to another lecture about why you shouldnât pluck flowers thoughtlessly while you daydream about his pretty face.
âą please please please donât bring him to any work parties, lest you want to see the entire world burn. he still has that dry sarcasm that you oh so love, but heâs ruthless when it comes to your boss and your more unpleasant co-workers. if any of them try to act chummy with you, he immediately raises a brow and gives them the side-eye. he combats whatever fake-ass comment they have with a dry retort, leaving you panicking and trying him to stop it. but no one stops tighnari in verbal combat, and before long heâs revealed your bossâ and co-workers' vulnerabilities and have them deflating like a balloon.
âą tighnari always knows how to make the perfect brew, his teas always the perfect blend of both taste and remedy. itâs too bad though, that you always fall asleep before you can manage to finish a single pot. whenever you awake from a tea-induced slumber, your body feels strangely heavy but you canât complain about the sleep. your husband is always the first thing you see from these naps, his fluffy tail wrapped around your legs and his big eyes staring intently at your face.
âą whenever he mixes in the drugs in your food or tea, tighnariâs tail swishes back and forth as he begins thinking of your cute expressions while youâre half-sober. sometimes he doesnât put the usual dose and instead just halves it, just to see you flailing to get a grip on your senses and reaching out to your oh-so-innocent husband for help. he often chastises himself for this⊠dirty behavior, but the devil in his mind gleefully reminds him that this counts as research. the test subject just happened to be his trusting partner for life.
âą tighnari isnât above imprisonment. itâs less for the thought of protecting you and more for his personal benefit. he likes to tell himself this is strictly research, but he canât deny the awestruck look on his face as he greedily eats up every expression of your drugged face. when you grasp onto his clothes and lean on him for support⊠it makes him shudder with delight. youâre so cute when your system is laced with drugs, and even cuter when you look at him like heâs your entire world. he wants you to rely on him⊠and in turn, he wants to abuse that over reliance.
âyou look better like this,â he murmurs as he brushes your freshly bathed hair. your figure is slumped in your chair like a doll, which isnât far from the truth from how he handles you like one. he holds you gently, like porcelain, but you donât react. you are too knocked out from the dose he had slipped into your tea awhile ago. he leans into your face, tutting at the dark circles under your eyes. âlook at this⊠clear neglect of your health. i keep telling you to sleep, but you never listen to me, do you?â he sighs before focusing his attention back to your hair. âyouâre so stubborn sometimes, you know. i barely know what to do with you.â he spends the next few moments in silence, rubbing cream into and ointments into your face. you smell slightly of lemongrass now, thanks to the bath heâs given you. tomorrow when you wake up, you will marvel at the softness of your skin and the clearness of your mind, before you throw yourself into another week of overwork. like always. tighnari regrets giving you the sleeping drug now. maybe he shouldâve added a dose of the aphrodisiac drug heâs just finished. with the way his feline eyes zero into your blissful face and the eager swaying of his tail, he can just barely hold himself back now.
[ âaaah, iâve run out of your meds again. oh, donât you worry, iâll make you some more. itâs nice how your body is so⊠receptive to my medicine âĄâ ]
â JUDICATOR OF SECRETS. cyno | ÎșÏÏÎœÂ
[ â... weâre married⊠âŠwhat? i honestly didnât think iâd come this far.â ]
âąwhile thereâs no other man you could imagine to spend the rest of your life with, youâre inwardly groaning about the amount of dad jokes you have to put up with later on in life. sure, you love cynoâs goofy lil personality, but you think you can only take too many stupid jokes before you go crazy. you voice this concern to cyno, who just gives you a reassuring hand on your shoulder and says he can handle you just fine if you do. youâre not quite sure what this implies.
âą quite sulky, but he refuses to own up to the fact. sometimes you get a little distracted with one of the neighborhood children, start chatting up one of the kind neighbors, or meet one of your co-workers. you tend to get a little bit distracted by them, and while cyno believes that heâs not overly bothered by this, he admits that he is a little bit miffed about you not paying attention to them. he also gets pouty when work starts taking up of your time and you start to neglect him, so expect him to just shut the laptop close and demand you to eat dinner with him without rushing to get your job done.Â
âą he used to scare the neighborhood kids away with just one look and you always had to comfort him and pat him on the back in sympathetic understanding. âmaybe youâll get them next time,â you had joked, handing him an ice cream as he sulked on the parkâs bench. âone of your jokes should do the trick.â you really shouldnât have suggested that, because after another trip to the park he stared those kids down with his same stoic expression and cracked one of the corniest jokes known to man. every kid looked at him like he was stupid. now no one takes him seriously. well, at least they like playing with him now???
âą overprotective, like over overprotective. he knows you can handle going outside the house on your own, and hell, he might have no qualms with your workplace. but the more you complain, the more paranoid he gets until heâs staking out the site for himself. touchy co-workers? cruel bosses? he could easily have their corpses fed to the dogs. he is a protector of justice, after all, and what is justice but not killing those who lay a hand on their partner?
âą itâs not very easy to just push him over the edge, but he can and has the will to lock you away. itâs the modern world, no oneâs going to have it out for a salary worker slaving day in and out for a corporation, but still. heâs made plenty of enemies when he was still in the force and thereâs a paranoia eating at him whenever you go out of the front door. when he does lock you away, heâs as gentle as he can be, even with the stench of blood all over him. this is all for your sake after all, and he couldnât bear to see you hurt when he had the power of protecting you.
âcy,â you huff in exasperation, looking up from your laptop as he glares down at you from behind it. âwhat in the world are you talking about? theyâre my co-worker, my superior. you canât just tell me to stop talking to them. i need their help!â âwhat help could you possibly need from them when you have me?â he huffs back, crossing his arms. âiâm telling you. theyâre dangerous. i⊠i just know it, okay?â âwhat could a retired general possibly know about handling excel sheets?â when his face falters, you sigh and shut the laptop closed. âlook, i know you just want to protect me and i appreciate that, really. but come on, cy, donât be unreasonable.â the pressed line of his lips tells you that he has something against being called that, but you press on. âthe company does background checks on their employees. itâs safe, i promise.â you press a kiss on his cheek and smile at him. âsit here and calm yourself down, okay? iâll handle dinner tonight.â he watches your back as you disappear into the kitchen, humming a bright tune that offsets the stormy look in his eyes. he could tell you all about his time in the workforceâ the violations heâs made, the blood on his hands, and the enemies heâs madeâ but he wonât. not if it means breaking this beautiful life heâs created with you. but thatâs okay, thatâs fine. heâs been trained to adapt to the situation and to work with the shadows.
[ âeven if you donât have a care in the world⊠iâll be right behind you. wherever. whenever.â ]
#yandere genshin impact#genshin impact#yandere x reader#genshin impact x reader#yandere genshin impact x reader#yandere genshin#yandere alhaitham#yandere kaveh#yandere tighnari#yandere cyno#yester.writes#yester.au â househusband đ#[noooot quite satisfied w what i did w cyno bc i wanted to explore him beyond being a joker but. sigh. not enough media to give me a read o#that side of him]
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Just some random headcanons I have for my three favorites, Zevlor, Dammon, and Rolan!! I hope you enjoy these!
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Our soft sweet man is just such a softie in bed.
Zevlor is so afraid of hurting you while bedding you, he absolutely hesitates at first asking you if you're sure, if this is really okay, that he's not worth your time, and that heâs afraid youâll get hurt.
You'll definitely have to be the one to initiate the relationship, and you're 100% going to need to be the one who initiates sex.
Loves when you rake your nails gently down his sides and won't stop you from playing with his tail... He gets really flustered when you go for his tail during sex. The way he moans as you rub your hand over the tip of his tail causes him to groan and moan, Zevlor tries to bite back the sound but at times it's hard to contain such noises.
This isn't a boy, this is an absolute man. Degrading nicknames are pretty much off the table for him simply because he has so much respect for you. Now you could probably convince him to say a few things here and there, but it's so out of character for him and he never thought his red skin could get much redder until you get him to call you his "whore". Zevlor will always tell you afterwards, âYou know i didnât mean that, correct? I would never look at you in such a way.â
He loves you and he wants you to know that, Zevlor never wants you to feel like an object. To him you are his person, his life partner who helped him save his people and defenseless children.
Oh gods, if you helped him keep the children safe that alone makes him view you in such a bright light. He loves kids and the thought of having his own has crossed his mind more than he'd like to admit.
Holding you in his arms is something he cherishes deeply, he worries it might be the last everytime so he always gives you one last tight, but soft, squeeze. It's almost like he's memorizing the feeling of your body against his.
Loves to pepper you with kisses while on top of you! Every time he finishes he brings his head up to look at you with a tender smile before saying, "I love you."
Whether it's after a passionate moment, or simply going to sleep this man will wrap his tail around your thigh. If Zevlor is spooning you he will drape his tail over your hip or legs. Not only does this comfort him but it also reassures him that he's not alone anymore and that he has someone to protect other than his people.
Zevlor will always sleep on the side closest to any door or cave entrance; that way he can be the first they attack, giving you time to escape. He's incredibly selfless.
This man gets incredibly worried if you come back to him with an injury of any kind! He might even scold you, âWhat were you thinking?!â Will tend to your wounds like a professional -heâs done this several times thanks to being a hellrider-, and once heâs done wrapping you heâll hold your hand begging you to be more careful next time.
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Is so awkward at first, like oh my god he is so awkward if he has a crush on you. Will hold your hand and just kinda shake it before letting it go.
Blushing and hiding his face is something that happens if you walk over to him just to admire his work.
He has a few moods in bed, soft, rough, and playful. Our incredibly handsome blacksmith has a dirty book stashed in his house so like common we all know heâs into some freaky stuff.
Will lift you in his arms before either tossing you on his bed or laying you down gently, always expect a kiss on your neck once heâs back on top of you.
If you donât grab his horns while you two are connected heâs going to be disappointed, wonât ever say anything to you about it, but he loves when you play with them or use them as leverage while riding him.
I definitely like to think Dammon is an expert at shibari, so expect to be tied up. I think deep down heâd love to have you tied up while he works, teasing you every so often until heâs finished the sword heâs been working hard on.
Likes to graze your skin with his sharp teeth and nails, he loves the way you shiver in response.
Tail play? Absolutely a thing with our babe Dammon. He will tease your slit and clit with his tail and if youâre slick enough heâll slowly push it inside you. He wonât ever purposely try to hurt you and if you wince the slightest heâll withdraw his tail and apologize. Only when youâre comfortable enough will he try again.
Likes to wrap his tail around you in general. Dammon loves it when you visit him while heâs working because he knows youâll come from behind to hug him and his tail just naturally curls around you.
Heâs a tail guy, it's hard for him to control his tail at times but if heâs happy youâll know not only because of his eyes but also his tail.
If youâre a tiefling expect his tail to be entwined with your own.
Coming back to him with an injury is something he never likes to witness. It hurts him, like it really hurts him. He isnât some hellrider or fighter like you or zevlor, heâs just a simple blacksmith who isnât that strong on the battlefield -we all saw that 8 HP-. So how in the hells is he supposed to keep you safe, even when he thinks heâs made the toughest armor and you still come back with a wound⊠Oh gods it kills him. He feels like he failed you and failed as a blacksmith.
Dammon will always want to tend to your wounds, it's the least he could do since he feels so crummy about it. Will get as gentle as he can be, heâs pretty quiet during the process and youâll be the one asking him what's wrong. Heâll sigh and pause momentarily until he tells you what's going through his mind. A simple caress to his cheek is all it takes for him to smile at you before placing a kiss where he just patched up.
No doubt Dammon wants kids, plural. I think heâd like at least three children, the gender doesnât even matter so long as theyâre all healthy :,)
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This bitch, this stubborn, high maintenance tiefling, GOD I LOVE HIM.
Letâs get one thing straight, he prefers to be on the bottom.
Rolan doesnât mind being on top but he much rather you do the work so he can watch your hips grind down on him. Loves to admire your body, like he really likes to admire you. Youâre the most stunning female heâs ever met, wonât tell you that of course, but he thinks it every single time youâre on top of him.
Doesnât like quickies, sex is a form of art to him and he likes to take his time and be one with you. He didnât pick you to be his because he wanted to get off quickly, he chose you because he loves you and likes to be in your presence. Thatâs a rare thing for him and he intends to take advantage of that.
Thereâs only one place he likes a good quickie and thatâs when heâs at Sorcerous Sundries. Itâs also when he takes the most control, pinning you against that bookshelf he was just rifling through, the books falling off the shelves, itâs chaotic but he surprisingly doesn't mind it.
Something Rolan really enjoys is when heâs reading a new book and you come to him wanting to be in his lap. He used to find it obnoxious and would tell you that heâs busy, but when you stopped your attempts it made him feel strange⊠He never had a family besides his siblings, what if he becomes the reason you run off⊠The thought of you abandoning him because of his attitude pushed him to start asking you if youâd like to sit in his lap while he studies. Rolan still found it infuriating at first, but the more he allowed it the more he started to enjoy it. Now he finds himself holding you as if youâd vanish with one arm, his hand always resting at your thigh or the small of your back with his book in the other all while smiling pleasantly.
Has zero interest in kids, like it's going to take some convincing -even then good luck-. I can only assume he had a rough upbringing and I'm also assuming he was abandoned by his biological family. This has left a sour taste in his mouth when it comes to kids. âWe have a perfectly good life now, why ruin it with a whiny one?â
Coming home with an injury??? Yeah you better expect, no you already know you wont hear the end of it. Heâll mock you for wanting to be the hero again and tell you how incredibly stupid it was of you to run off defending others when you should be more worried about yourself.
As he bandages your arm it's quiet, the only noise coming from the crackling fire. Youâre silent, not wanting to speak with him after he berated you. Rolan is the one to speak up, telling you that he just worries. Its rare to see him with his walls down, even after being in a relationship for so long, but he breaks the walls as he stands to look at his bandage work. âYou, Cal, and Lia are all i have⊠Please, donât try something like this again. For my sake.â You arenât sure what to say, heâs never sounded so hurt, so vulnerable. Itâs the perfect time to tease him, âAre you getting sentimental on me?â Heâll just glare at you telling you to shush and to go get some rest.
Enjoys watching you, Cal, and Lia getting along. While you three joke and have your arms over one anotherâs shoulders while cheersing, Rolan canât stop smiling. As soon as you turn around though his smile fades and he tells all three of you, âyouâre all idiots, honestly.â
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#bg3 zevlor#baldurs gate 3 zevlor#Zevlor#zevlor x tav#Dammon#dammon bg3#dammon x tav#bg3 rolan#rolan#rolan x tav#zevlor x reader#dammon x reader#rolan x reader
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Kinktober Day 17
Prompt: Threesome/Moresome Pairing: OT8 SKZ x fem!reader WC: 4.4k Summary: Maybe after this the term âcomebackâ takes on a new meaning.
This is a work of fiction, it does not represent any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this.
I feel the need especially with ârougherâ prompts like this to put the disclaimer - fanfic should NOT ever be used as a guide to relationships or sex. ESPECIALLY SEX. Again, itâs fiction. Stuff gets glossed over for the sake of a good story. Please PLEASE please again, not fact, not a guide, just a fantasy.
Additional TW/CW below the cut.
TW/CW: Gangbang, lots of cum, light bondage, reader goes nonverbal, all consenting, traffic light system and boundaries discussed, anal, piv, oral (male receiving), titfucking, multiple partners, dirty talk, multiple pet names, cumming prematurely(?), some aftercare/during care.Â
âEight pairs of hands. Eight types of touch to match their eight personalities. Sudden squeezes, languid strokes, hesitant brushes, deep pushes, light tugs, gentle pats, intermittent shy caresses, persistent strong grasps. It was Chanâs idea that youâd heartily agreed to. ââThe boys have been seeming sort of down lately,â youâd mentioned over the thundering rush of dishwater. âShould I make a cake or something?â âNose pressed to the side of your head Chan inhales deeply, squeezing the fronts your thighs. The scent of your scalp and the squish of your quads soothing his anxious mind. âWeâve been working hard. I think itâll turn out well.â ââSoâŠcake? Can you all eat it? I could make a carrot cake or modify-â âChan grabs a handful of ass, not one to miss the opportunity for a bad pun. âWouldnât mind sharing some of this cake. Iâm sure we could all enjoy it.â ââYou think?â ââBaby, the reason the boys are always excited to see youâŠâ ââItâs not the novelty of Betty Crocker Funfetti?â Chan giggles, grabbing a handful of bum as he grinds against you, an obvious lump forming in his sweatpants. âWe could make you into Funfetti.â ââHow do the boys feel about pie,â you ask coyly, pushing your hips back to greet him.
âThat was how this whole idea started. And now you were tied to a bench, trussed up like a pretty present, holes exposed and ready. Blindfolded.
âItâs easy to sink into the sensation of each of their hands, unique in their own right. You can only really for sure name Chanâs, calloused and firm. ââ...and we can do anything?â Jeonginâs voice twangs, tense at the thought. âShe really will let us do anything?â âYouâre only half listening, indulging in the peace of mind numbing stimulation. Moaning and nodding as your chin wrests on the bench youâre strapped over. ââShe knows how to say no. Color system, if sheâs unable to speak, two pinches is slow, three is stop everything.â âA chorus of tenor and baritone voices murmur in agreement. Your stomach tingles, chills passing the inches of exposed skin. Youâre so ready. Youâre beyond ready.
âThereâs almost a ghost of a touch, floating down your side as the room shifts. ââWeâre going to pass you around like the cheap whore you were born to be.â A deep bassy voice purrs in your ear, Felix. Your back arches exposing more of your holes like a cat in heat. âYou like that? You like the sound of my voice, pretty? Does that turn you on? Weâre all watching you.â ââMhm,â you bite your lips and you wiggle against your confinements. ââWant me to tell you everything weâre gonna do to you? Dirty slut. First weâre all gonna give this cute little cunt a try,â you feel him slide his fingers along your slit, staying shallow enough to tease your entrance before catching the rim of your jeweled plug weighing heavily in your hole. âChris did say we can use you however we want.â Felix muses as he pushes the end closer to your rim, jostling it just enough to earn a whine. ââHurry the fuck up,â another voice chimes in, two fingers roughly ramming into your wet hole. Seungmin. Impatiently pressing his tip against the cleft of your ass as he fingers you open. âSheâs ready, Iâm ready. Keep doing your perv asmr thing but Iâm fucking her.â
âWith that Seungmin pushes into you, sighing with relief. Your spine curls as much as you can, spread over the bench as you are, fingers scrambling in the air. ââOh fuck!â Seungmins hands wander over the small of your back, pushing weight down on you as his hips rock back and forth. âYou have to try this pussy, god damn. Now i see why the old man is so fucking whipped.â He groans again as he pulls all the way out until only the very tip of his shaft is still sheathed. Glistening with your arousal he uses his thumbs to spread your slit wide, watching your walls stretch to accommodate him. ââMinnieâs right, youâre taking him so well. In fact, youâre going to take all eight of us arenât you?â Felix purrs. âNow, be a doll and open your mouth for me.â âYou drop your jaw, tongue lolling out, blindly accepting whatever Felix was going to give you. âBefore Seungmin can build any speed and before Felix has his way with your mouth you hear a commotion at your rear. Then Seunmgin being pulled from you, leaving you jaw agape and whining from the loss of fullness.
ââAsshole, before you fuck her up we all gotta try.â Sharp words with crisp plosives cut through the confusion. Suddenly a thicker intrusion bullies its way between your walls. âTremendous ass princess,â a hearty smack of a rough hand comes down on your ass cheek. Youâre barely breathing with the thick length shoved snugly inside of you, the force of the spank has every muscle flexing to hold you together. âYou moan. âTwo hands grab each lobe, molding them like putty in his strong grip. Changbin. âCanât wait to run you through.â âYouâd always wondered about the rapper, most closely your type following your own boyfriend. How did his dual persona fit into his bedroom manner, how alike would he be to Chan, was it true what they said about rappers and their tongues? As suddenly as heâd entered you feel the protested drag of your walls, eager to keep him as he exits. âA thinly voiced dragged out ânoâ escapes your lips. ââBok-ah, you want next?â Changbin offers, patting your ass. âYouâd almost forgot Felix was there. ââIâm okay with just these pretty lips up here,â he says as he thumbs over your lower lip. Dropping your jaw again you remember heâd wanted this to begin with, before the other boys had started tag teaming your cunt. ââIâm okay too,â IN chimes in, âI can wait my turn.â He lowers his voice almost imperceptibly, just enough to sound like a cool mature guy. You could just imagine him standing a bit farther back, eyes transfixed on your glistening lips as they stretched for each of his members. ââYeah youâre the only impatient one, meathead.â Minho. Of course Minho. His hips roll easily against you, just a taste of whatâs to come. His hand runs over your ass, over the other entrance. âGot any toys for her?â He addresses the room, talking as though you couldnât reply.
âFelix, you assume, finally taps the tip of his length against your tongue. Much to your delight heâs slightly sweeter than youâd assume as you lick against him. Chanâs reply to Minho is inaudible as Felix purrs. âYou like that? Been drinking nothing but pineapple juice for you. Chris told me youâd like that.â
âTaking him fully in your mouth you bob enthusiastically focusing fully on him as two more strange new cocks slide into you all too briefly before Seungmin settles back over you, fucking you with a steady and uncomplicated rhythm. Felix is veiny, fun to explore as you run the length of him. He easily guides you the full way down, your nose pressing into his pubic bone as spit runs down your face. âHey Chris, can we take off the blindfold?â ââSure man, whatever you want.â âThe blindfold flips up to your forehead. Luckily the lights are low enough so your eyes donât have to adjust much. âFocus on my face sweetheart. Just want to see your pretty teary fucked out face while we ruin you.â Felix smiles as he feeds you his cock all the way to the base once more, watching you splutter and fight back your gag reflex. The tight ring of your throat squeezing him as he grinds into the wet warmth. You battle valiantly to keep your eyes looking up at him as they threaten to flutter shut, tears streaking your cheeks. âNot a second too soon he eases up, beaming down at you, thumbs wiping at your stained face. âSuch a good girl for us. Chris is gonna be so proud of you.â âYou smile for a second, spit burbling from your lips, before you feel Seungmins hands at your mid back, pushing you into a deeper arch. From one strong stroke you can tell heâs found it, face opening into a groan. âDo that shit again âLix. I wanna see her struggle.â ââYou heard the man, you ready?â He watches as you gulp and take a deep breath which is almost immediately punched out of you by Seungmin slamming his hips against you. Your fingers grip the legs of the bench as you are pressed between their bodies as deep as they can go on either end. Groaning around Felix and clasping down on Seungmin the noise in your brain crescendos and violently mutes into a peaceful fuzzy static. âSeungmin laughs as you twitch and spasm. ââHoly fuck, I canât-â Felix struggles to keep his hips steady, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. ââIâm gonna too-â You can hear the gritting of Seungmins teeth as he speaks. ââBe good and take it all okay, take all Iâve got-â Felix mutters, spilling down the back of your throat. You gag, tears and spit and snot running everywhere as he pulls back from you, still weakly spurting on his thighs. âBarely able to breathe as Seungmin chases his high you mumble his nickname over and over. âMinnie, oh-fucking- ah-â Felixâs hand keeps your head from scraping against the bench as you become boneless, eyelids fluttering shut. Seungmin pulls from you just as you reach your high, whining and writhing in the agony of denial. Hot cum splashes across your ass slowly dripping down your thighs.
ââHowâs our girl doing,â a soft melodic voice asks. âWhat your color darling?â ââGreen,â you pant, vision still swimming. âGreen green green green.â âHe laughs. Hyunjinâs giggle. Good. âSlim and strong, there is always something languid about his movements. His finger tip traces your spine gently. âA beautiful sculpture should be appreciated,â he says slowly. It sends shivers running after his hands. Descending to the curve of your ass he spreads you wider, licking into your puffy oversensitive parts. Tongue lapping at you as you squeal the wet lewd sounds fill the air. ââFuck, Hyunnie!â You practically rock the bench as you writhe. His tongue ventures to your other hole, teasing the tight bundle until you cry out. All of your fingers and toes curl and twitch as your walls clench around nothing. âFuck me please,â you beg, voice wrecked with sobs. Youâre surprised at your quick rebound but the promise of the lithe dancer is almost too much to bear. âHyunjinâs lips graze your shoulder blade as he bottoms out in you with a shudder of effort, nearly knocking the bench forward in his attempt to get as much of himself inside of you as possible. Churning in your stomach you feel full again, fuller even. You nearly cum again, world whiting out in front of your eyes. ââThatâs right pretty, all for you.â You wish you could see, could watch the man fuck into you more than anything in the world. He feels larger than youâd have ever expected from his slight frame. âDraped over you, the squelching of your two sweaty bodies pervades your mind as he humps quickly and shallowly. Chasing his high more than anything, each thrust punches you in the gut. The sounds that come from your mouth are unladylike wheezes that catch in your throat and turn into grunts. Two long fingers fill your mouth, sticky and salty from the mix of bodily fluids. Hyunjin cums mercifully quickly, spilling inside of you. ââI wanna see the other guys fuck it deeper,â he whispers, sweat dripping from his nose to your cheek. The thought gives you goosebumps. âStrong arms wrap around your back, caging over you as he undoes your buckled down arms to lift you from your post. Your toes barely sweep the floor before he has you on the nearby mattress. Changbin, stronger than your Channie, surprises you with his gentleness. For all the hurrying and jeering heâd done to the other guys, heâs suddenly soft with you. ââHey,â he smiles all too familiarly, in a way that makes your gut stir. âTired yet, princess? Told ya weâd run you through.â âYou make grabby hands up at him, whining as you try to pull him closer. ââShe usually non-verbal?â Changbin actually sounds a little concerned as he turns his head to ask your boyfriend. âOr should we- are you still good? Still green princess?â âYou nod. ââIf she says go, go.â âChangbin doesnât waste another second, pushing into you aided by Hyunjinâs cum. The stretch despite the other members best efforts still forces a guttural groan from your lungs. Heâs not as long as the others but the change of angle and thickness makes up for it in the best way. You can feel him bullying the plug on the other side of your walls in a way no one else has managed to do. He nuzzles into your neck as he starts fucking into you, only grunts coming from his normally busy mouth. Zoned into the singular thought of filling you. âWith your hands finally free youâre able to explore his back as you scramble to hold yourself together. Your fingernails leave little crescents in the otherwise steel frame. Sturdy and unshakable as you tremor below him. ââBin- Iâm- ah-â you start to warn him of your swiftly approaching climax but heâs two steps ahead as your cunt clenches down. Arms wrapping beneath your thighs he pushes your hips just a little bit higher up. You see stars. Itâs like heâs fully in your guts as he maintains his pace, fucking right into that spongy spot of yours. Mouth agape you can feel yourself wanting to make noise but your head is so full you canât tell if its actually happening or not. All of your muscles contract at once as you climax. ââHoly shit did she-â the next thing you hear is a murmur from Jeongin. Release drips down Changbinâs pelvis as you both pant. ââOh yeah, thatâs our princess,â Changbin smiles like a champion as he slides from you, spent. Both of you are soaked in your cum, his cum, and Hyunjins cum. Grabbing the box of baby wipes he starts to clean himself off before he sees Chan start to clean your thighs. You barely notice heâs waddled off and back until you are being propped up between his thighs, a straw passing between your lips. âDrink for a good job.â
âThe click of a cap is like fingers snapping, awakening you from your fucked foggy state. You look up and back to see Minhoâs upsidedown bemused smirk as he watches the meatheads treat you like the sentient communal fuck doll that needs a tune up. Slowly he strokes himself, appraising you.
ââJiji, care to join? I think this one has room for two.â ââHuh? Y-yeah,â you hear the taut voice of Han on the opposite side of the room. ââHey, big boy, move.â Minho is less gentle with him, sliding behind you to take his place behind you, holding you between his thighs as Changbin had. His hands spread you wide open to the room, fingers grazing over the plug still nestled between your cheeks. The nearly icy drip of lube tickles your other hole, sliding around the stem of the plug. A deep breath in helps relax and allow the applier to slowly fuck the metal in and out.. âMinho chuckles and smacks your thigh, your hole clenching down suddenly. âAre you tired? Huh? Too many cocks? Be thankful thereâs only eight of us.â Thumb positioned on the end of the jeweled plug he slowly teases, swirling in languid circles as you writhe. Each nudge has your stomach tensing, desire growing within you. âHan Jisung is standing in front of you as you look dazed up at him. Blood rushes to his cock so fast he swears he might pass out from the loss to his brain. He watches as Minho finally fully tugs the plug from your fluttering hole and lifts you, slowly spearing you on his cock. Your chest heaves as you slide, mouth open and panting. Minhoâs fingers fill your cunt, the sloppy sound of several fluids mixing reverberates in his skull. ââYou going to stand there or fuck her?â Minho casually nods down to his fingers. âThereâs room. Right, doll?â âYou nod mutely, wriggling your ass on him. âHan dives head first into your cunt, eagerly pushing his tongue deep inside of you, lapping at Minhoâs soaked fingers. Your legs threaten to snap shut on his head as your oversensitive pussy sends waves of bliss through your body. Minho keeps you locked open as he rocks himself slowly against your ass just barely moving his cock inside of you. It isnât like he has to do much with Hanâs tongue flicking so desperately at your slit. âGroaning, youâre unsure of whose name to call out. Minho or Han? ââGoing to cum again? Thought you might be too worn out.â ââH-ha,â you half laugh and moan. You want to boast and brag but the hubris is fucked far from you. Back arching, your hole clenches down on him. Youâre so very very close. His hands migrate to your tits, grabbing them, letting the space between his fingers lightly pinch your soft skin. Theyâd been so neglected and needy that the sudden attention pushes you over the edge, cumming hard on Hanâs tongue. He continues to lap at you through it, not stopping until Minho tugs at his hair. ââJiji, where do you wanna cum, Iâm close.â Minho grunts. Sweat travels down his brow. âHan makes a quick appraisal of you, âwannafuckhertits.â âYouâre tossed like a ragdoll to the mattress again, Minho easily positioning you on your back with your legs slung around his hips. Han straddles your chest, thighs are warm on your ribcage. His cock is practically drooling precum as he slides it between your mounds, quickly slicking up with your sweat. Squishing the sides together his eyes lock where the head of his cock pops out and disappears. Your tits are so hot around him as his precum slicks the valley between. ââOpen,â he commands breathily, waiting for your lips to part. The second they do he drags the pad of his thumb over the wet inner side, pulling them open more. Your tongue naturally hangs out loosely, eyes glazed over. Youâve long given up any pretense of modesty. Of pretending this wasnât exactly what youâd hoped for. His hand goes to the back of your skull to support your head as you crane forward to attempt to kiss his member. Grunting and straining youâre both working so hard for it as Minho pounds away and jostles you just enough to increase the difficulty. âYou feel Minho climax, warmth spreading inside of you. He barely misses a beat as his leg clenches, sinking deeply into you, holding your legs aloft. Your eyelids flutter and toes curl. It feels good to be this full. Feels good to be this filthy. You stretch your tongue just the bit longer and feel contact, hot and salty. Ropes of hot cum jet across your chest and chin and lips as Hanâs breath hitches. He freezes and gasps, staring as his cock continues to dribble onto your clavicle. ââShit I-â ââSsfine -sâgood.â âHe stares at his handy work. ââClean it.â Minho says from behind his back. âClean your mess.â âHan moves quickly without questioning him, licking across all the streams that heâd shot only looking up, ostensibly to Chan to check if he could clean your lips. The only one to dare to do so, tentatively licking your bottom lip before fully taking it between his lips. Not fully locking into a kiss, not quite. âYour stomach churns as you return to emptiness, only your boyfriend and the youngest left. The others preoccupying themselves with clean up and their own after care. ââHow do you want âer?â Chan lifts your torso up off the bed and into his arms again, plying you with water. A quick kiss to the cheek asuages any fear that he wasnât also enjoying himself. âCâmon maknae. Top? Side? Back? Sheâs got just enough left in her. Donât you, my sweet thing?â âYou nod, âhow do you want me?â âItâs only a moment of consideration longer as his eyes linger on your pussy, red and raw. Jeonginâs sweet smile looks all the more sinful as he nears. He slides you into his arms with a surprising ease. A look of shock flashes across your face as he lifts you on to his cock, still standing. Chan had fucked you standing occasionally, but you hadnât expected this of Innie. Your sweet Innie. Squealing as you let gravity bounce you off his hips, driving him deeper and deeper, clit aching as the blunt pressure hits each time. Youâre practically grappled to him, arms locked over his shoulders and ankles crossed behind his back. âCurses spill from your mouth like a prayer. Everything burns bright as you hurtle towards your climax. The thrumbing of your pulse rings in your head and your breath catches. But Jeongin falters slightly, his own breath catching suddenly as well, fingers digging into the meat of your ass. His cock slips between your bodies as he fumbles a few thrusts. A sudden spurt of warmth hits your thigh and stomach. Jeongin is swearing. ââYou didnât- Iâm sorry I-â âYou blink at him bemused. âHe sighs into your shoulder, âI came already.â ââOh? Oh donât worry about it I-â ââI wanted to make you cum.â
âThe puff of air from your short giggle tickles his throat. Your lips are warm where they kiss his cheek. âYouâre so cute.â âAs your arms start to burn youâre ripped from Jeonginâs arms and tossed unceremoniously to the bed again. A strong grip wraps around your ankle and tugs your ass to the edge of the mattress. This was how youâd assumed Changbin would be. Instead you see Chanâs wide grin looking over you. ââYou look so fucking hot babe.â He praises you as he pushes his cock into your ass, watching your eyes roll back into your skull. âLove it when youâre fucked out like this. When all you can do is take cock.â âYou shudder. Tired and overwhelmed and needy under him. Sticky. He feelsâŠgood. Its the only word your tired mind can center on. You feel good. ââInnie- you wanna make her cum right?â Chan asks over his shoulder. âGrab that erâŠbig white thing with the blue buttons and câmere.â Momentarily he leans forward to kiss you, letting his hips gently rock into you. You whimper. He nuzzles you. âDoing alright, sweet thing?â âYou nod into his shoulder. âTired.â ââDonât worry, princess, Iâll do everything,â Chan pushes the sticky strands of hair back from your face and turns to his group mate. Jeongin barely weighs the bed down as he crawls to your side. âSheâll cum quick so make sure that fucker is set low okay? Sheâs had a long night already.â Jeongin nods. The toy whirrs to life and he starts to lower it. âCheck it on yourself first, bro.â Chan knocks the toy back. âInside of your wrist.â âYou hear a few clicks. Chan locks eyes with you, he looks like a god between your legs. He carefully stretches one to kiss your calf. His cock stirs your insides, thick bastard. You moan and close your eyes. You trust him. âJeongin carefully places the toy over your mound, your back arching away from the bed. Chan instructed him well. ââTalk her through it.â ââHuh?â ââShe likes it when you talk to her, she wonât talk back but sheâll sound really pretty.â âYou gasp and whine. Heâs right. âJeonginâs voice is smooth above the buzz of the toy, talking just under his breath enough for only the three of you to hear. âOur prettiest girl did so well for us. Making all your boyfriendâs friends cum. You really are made for taking cock, no wonder Channie hyung keeps you all locked up. Just imagine the trouble weâd get in if he let you into the practice room.â âAnother gasp. You can see it, youâre there with him and with Chan at the same time. ââCouch broken. Mirror streaked with sweat and cum. Weâd ruin it. But youâd like that. Show everyone whoâs girl you are. Right? Youâre our princess.â âYour legs are shaking as you nod. Chest tightening again your gut coils in anticipation. ââCan our princess cum again? Please?â âYour legs tremble in answer, hand reaching out to wrap around Jeonginâs bicep. He can see the tension in your neck as your muscles clench all the way to the top of your skull. Youâre so so so painfully nearly there. ââTight lilâ hole âs likea vice-â Chan manages to slur. âAh, fuck, baby-â his voice crackles as he sucks in air through his clenched teeth,â-cum with me darling. Be a good girl.â âEverything happens in a flash, your breath hitching, head thrown back. A magnificent groan spills from your gaping mouth, almost loud enough to rattle the vibrator back. Chan slows as your hips stutter and kick, his warmth spreading inside you as your walls milk him. Jeongin stares wide eyed, vibrator dropping off to your side, as he watches you flood his friendâs pelvis and thighs. His own stomach caves as weak spurts of ejaculate dribble down to the bed. âChan pulls from you and bundles you into a little ball on your side. Kissing your arms and legs as he instructs the rest of the boys in their clean up duties. Youâd done enough, you didnât need to worry about this, you never needed to worry about this part of the night. Chan made sure of that. Your tired limbs are lifted to a warm tub, eyes too weary to open. Many trusted hands hold you as they carefully wash the filth from you. Their touches are less distinct now as you lean into them. All warm, all sure, all caring. One or many, you couldnât tell. Your boys, all of them.
ngl i blacked out and wrote this. i have not re-read. iâm sorry if its not coherent.
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anon asked: Hi, fellow Kid-Stan, I love your writing, it's so well-written! So I hope my request isn't too weird, but would you mind writing some headcanons with a fem reader afraid of having sex with Kidd, Zoro, Law and Sanji if that's okay. Like because the reader is stressed about getting hurt (maybe because of their size or because itâs been a long time since the last time the reader had sex, no heavy topic involved!) Thank you if you consider writing this scenario and please, can I stay anon if you post this?
Hello, dear anon! Thank you for requesting and your kind words, it was interesting to think about how those dummies would act in this situation. I hope you'll like the result.âĄ
âKid, Zoro, Law & Sanji with a s/o afraid of having sex
CW : n/sfw, MDNI, f!reader, size kink, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), v. sex, unprotected sex, protected sex, dirty talk, praises, Sanji talking in French because I could die for this, Kid is cursing as always, let me know if I forgot something
WC : around 2,000
You can read the part two here & the part three here
Kid
Let's assume it's your first time in the same bed: Kid being... Kid, his first reaction would be to grin cockily or even laugh proudly. He thinks you're actually praising him for his size. Please keep going, itâs music to his ears. He loves praises and when you acknowledge his size. It fuels his ego tremendously. "I know it's big, that's enough praise. Wait, were you talking seriously?"Â
Seriously, Kid, ugh.Â
So, once he realized you're not praising him but rather really stressed, he's still pleased with himself.
Kid is a man of action; talking, trying to understand, or reassuring is not something he's easily able to do. Because honestly, he would just say something like "it's just sex, I'm not gonna hurt ya, look how wet you are"Â
Whenever there's a problem, he's more inclined to take action to find a solution. So his first reaction is to ask if you want to stop. Although he may be cocky and carefree, he would never cause harm to anyone he truly cares about. And no one will have a good time if you're too stressed. Totally pointless.Â
So you have to tell him you want to continue, but you're nervous because Kid is not the one to indulge into sweetness and his size doesn't make things more easily.Â
"Then, come get what you want by yourself" he would say before laying on his back, his cock twitching impatiently. Kid doesn't often let his partner ride him, except when he's feeling tired. His body is truly a beautiful throne to sit on. A toned and beautiful body, covered with scars, like war paint, full of stories and secrets.
Once you finally straddle him, he would hold your hips firmly as you line your wet pussy up to his cockhead. When you slowly impale yourself on his thick member, he would let out a low, animalistic growl of satisfaction. You feel too tight around him, and you feel too full with him buried deep inside you, stretching your walls.Â
He would guide you down his cock until his balls deep inside you. The expression of pure delight on his face is truly mesmerizing. Riding someone as tough and impressive is quite intimidating, so he would hold your hips, helping you to move up and down, as you slowly adjust to him. "Fuck, look at you, taking me all the way in like the good girl you're"
He feels your walls tightening him as you start to move faster.
"Take it easy" That's the moment you will hear his shaky breath and deep growls. He can't handle how good you feel. So wet, so hot, so tight as you walls spasms around him. His cock is throbbing inside you and he grit his teeth, holding your hips that firmly it will leave bruises on your skin tomorrow.
He's truly trying his best to not just hold your hips and slams inside you as his usual rough and merciless pace. He wants to transform you into a whiny mess.Â
"Shit, y/n, let me fuck you."Â
And once you finally get used to him, then prepare yourself for the wildest ride of your life. You better hold onto those sheets tightly. Because he will slap your ass, pull on your hair and fuck you with enough intensity to leave you breathless and exhausted.
Zoro
Zoro has not a lot of experience because he's way too focused on his goal of becoming the greatest swordsman ever. Even when it comes to sex, he's a bit oblivious. So you better have to be precise and explain things correctly, so that it takes over his mind. As Kid, he's not a man of many words, he doesn't really know how to reassure you. Like, okay, it's been a while since the last time you had sex, but the same applies to him. At least you're in the same situation, isn't that nice?
He's trying his best.
Once he's sure you want to keep going, he will consider the whole thing like a training: everyone needs a good warm-up. So prepare yourself to have your pussy eat for a long, long time and to cum at least once against his lips. He may not be the most experienced, but he learns quickly and your body language is like talking to him.Â
He would then slowly push two fingers inside you, feeling how wet you are for him. "Looks like my girl is ready for me, yeah?"Â
Try not to be too embarrassed when he hungrily licks his fingers covered in your wetness, like if it were a precious cup of sake. The way your body looks and tastes is truly intoxicating. How could he get enough of your shivering, moaning, sweating, begging, and slow pleads when his head is buried between your thighs?Â
"Now open your legs for me"Â
Eyes darkening with lust as he sees your folds exposed, his cock twitching and throbbing. Although he is thick, he never realized it. So you better prepare yourself.Â
He would look into your eyes just to be sure you're still willing, before placing his hands on your shoulders to pinning you down the mattress, shifting his weight so he can position himself at your entrance.Â
Thrust forward, filling you up in one swift motion. He's completely focused, as if it's an important battle. And actually, he's really struggling to stay nice and slow for you. He's quiet. Breathe deeply and make low grunts close to your ear. When you begin to scratch his back, he becomes confused. Why are you doing this? Does it hurt or feel good? "You doing okay?"Â
If you tell him you need more now, he will give it to you as hard as you want.
"Such a brave girl"
Law
As a good doctor, his first reaction is to understand the cause of the problem. Is it a physical or psychological problem? Sex can be painful if you're experiencing too much stress or vaginismus. If he wants to help you feel better, he needs to understand what's going on. Heâs a logical man, he can't act without a good understanding of what's happening.Â
He would probably cover your body too, in order to preserve your intimacy while you explain him you're just a bit stressed because it's been a long time and you often face pain when it comes to sex.Â
"Sex isn't supposed to hurt or to be stressful. Do you want to continue?"Â
As you slowly nodded, he would kiss your forehead and then slowly remove the bedsheets, revealing your bare body to himself.Â
He wants to reassure you even if he struggles with intimacy, including in the bedroom. He's not that kind of guy having sex with random people. If you end up in the same bed, it's because he genuinely cares about you. And damn, he definitely knows how to take care of your body too. He has divine hands. Good to heal, but also to help you reach new heights. The way he runs his hands along your body, your inner thighs, your pussy, and then your clit causes shivers down your spine.Â
And when he slides two fingers inside your core, damn, the only thing you can do is arches your back and beg for more. Heâs the king of fingering. You can't help but cum as his thumb circles your clit while he pushes his long fingers in and out of you. When he removes them, his tattoos are soaked with your wetness, you are flustered, and he's content with himself. He can't help but grins, licking his fingers while watching your reaction closely. Even in bed, Law likes to tease you.
"Need me so bad, y/n-a?" with a slight pinch on your nippleÂ
He's a doctor, so he will wear a condom. Even if you're wet, he'll reach for the bottle of lubricant and then sloshing some onto his palm before smearing it over his length. The emo boy myth is true because his cock is long.
Usually, Law struggles with eye contact, it's too intimate for his sake. But for once, he will let you lie on your back, spreading your thighs enough to fit in between. His tattooed chest slowly rises up with each breath, making him look beautiful over you.Â
"You're ready?"Â
He's a smart and careful person, so he'll go slowly and check your expression to ensure you're alright. He feels the tightness around his cock. So wet, so hot. His hands are shaking on your hips while he gently steady you. "Everything's fine?"
Slow and deep strokes as you trace the tattoos on his arms and chest. With his lips sealed to yours, he swallows all of your moans. And his low, deep breaths are leaving you in shambles.
Sanji
Oh, sweet Sanji. Similar to Zoro, he's not the most experienced, but he has a kind and compassionate soul. He would let you explain yourself, running his hands all over your shoulders, hair and stomach, trying to soothe you as you confess you're scared because it's been a while since the last time you had sex.
Sanji would never judge you. He would offer you sweet kisses to cover your body, promising to take things at your own pace. And if you need to stop, please just tell him. He would try his best to hide that he's a bit nervous too; nervous about hurting you or not being good enough for you.Â
Gentle kisses on your neck, breasts, lower stomach, inner thighs, and hands running all over your skin, fondling your breasts softly with a heavenly touch. He wants to take good care of every inch of your skin because your body is so precious, perfect and beautiful. All your shivering, moaning, and the way you look at him with pure love on your face... it melts his heart. He desperately wants to be inside you, but he'll never rush the whole thing. Like a good meal, sex deserves to be appreciated.Â
Probably the king of oral sex, he could keep his head burring between your thighs for the entire day and still can't get enough of how good you pussy feel and taste. He is fond of eating you out, hearing you moan, feeling you shivering and beg for more. The way your body is arching, how you grab his hair, pressing his lips more firmly against your wet folds. Not only do his hands know how to cook, but they also know how to please your body. Slowly circling your clit, fondling your breasts, and caring for every inch of your skin, making you melt and beg for more. You forgot you were tensed and stressed with all his attention.Â
Sanji being Sanji, he would love to bind your wrists with his tie, but he knows it's not the time for this. "I need to be inside you, mon amour" (my love)Â His cock is painfully hard and twitching, leaking in pre-cum.
As you spread your legs, letting him know that you're ready for more, Sanji would try his best to hide how stressed he really is. He doesn't want to hurt you. Fingers entwined with yours, a lot of eye contact as he slowly pushes his cock inside you. "Shh, it's okay. You're so tight. Laisse-moi te faire l'amour" (let me make love to you)
You softly moan as he penetrates you completely. You were stressed about getting hurt after such a long time without having sex, but Sanji is so soft that it didn't hurt even a bit. Even if you're relaxed, he would ask, "Am I hurting you?" And when you confirm that everything is more than fine, he can't help but sigh in relief. His fingers are still entwined with yours as you use your other hand to softly pull on his hair.
Slow and deep strokes. "C'est si bon d'ĂȘtre en toi" (it feels so good to be inside you) He is not ashamed of moaning. Moans that are really pretty. The feeling of your skin against his, how wet and welcoming you are inside. This is too much for him to handle.Â
Naturally, when it came to aftercare, he would rush to the kitchen to make you a good meal.Â
Sanji is so sweet please, help.
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What does your Future Spouse look like?
Pile One: Flowers
Whether your FS is male or female, I'm getting the impression that they have some similarities to Chapelle Roan, or simply just listen to her. Iâve already written everything I need for this reading, Iâm just going back and polishing it, so I would like to take the time now to say that there are three consistent themes within this reading that appeared within this reading for me.
1. Your FS likely resembles a celebrity in some way (youâve probably read another one of my PACâs before and you fell under the pile where I talked about Zendaya and Tom Holland)
2. Your imagine of your FS isnât entirely what you think. There is something here that is a little different than what you image or expected.
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3. Some of you are Queer and want your FS to be a woman. (For some of you though, you could be straight but just donât mind if your FS happens to be queer or a woman who has many partners before. Some of you are looking for a dominant woman lmao. Youâll have it, haha.)
Anyways, if that sounds like you, welcome, welcome, letâs get onto your reading!
If your FS identifies as a woman, thereâs a strong chance she has a similar look or vocal tone to Chapelle Roan, this hasnât leaved me as I typed, although Iâm getting that she probably doesnât sings much, if at all, although she may just have that striking tone to her voice and appearance as a whole. She may also be a theater kid or have more of a theater-kid vibe about her, although this may just be you more than her. There are some parallels between the two of you (Iâm also getting red lips, take it if that resonates, drop if not.) they may have a lot of similarities to you if not in appearance than interest. (Iâm getting Hamilton and 21 Chump Street for some of you, maybe she likes musicals.) As I mentioned before there is a bit of a queer energy here, although donât worry if youâre not, iâll get to those of you whoâs partner is likely male in a minute, but I digress. If youâre looking for a woman, Iâm getting youâre looking for one whoâs not only queer but also has a bit of that femme-fatale, Joan-of-Arc kind of vibe to her, like sheâs a mix of princess and knight with a Renaissance-like appearance. Iâm getting she definitely has that. Although for some of you this is likely a âDreamâ and youâre being asked to be a little bit more ârealisticâ about your FS, no that they donât exist or you the way you imagine but some of you imagine this warrior of a woman with big bright red flowy hair, something like maxie from Under the Oak Tree maybe, (but less shy) when in reality, her hair may be more of a brown-ish red rather than that bright almost blonde-ish ginger red you would see in like a movie or something, or perhaps more of a dyed color red. I feel like for some of you your FS may not even have red hair but just have dark wavy brown hair and freckles and while they will be outspoken theyâre likely a little bit more introverted than you expected, but this doesnât mean sheâll be any less fun or into the kind of stuff youâre into, iâm getting this is somewhat of my kinky pile and some of you are looking for a dominant woman, youâll have it, youâll have it, but donât reduce her to only that, okay, haha. <3
If your FS identities as male, I sense a mix of patience and a bit of impatience from you lmao, youâre sick and tired of waiting both for me to get to describing your FS and also youâre sick of waiting for him to show up, but Iâm getting thereâs this back-and-forth inside you of what you want your FS to look like vs what theyâll most likely look like. (I know what my next PAC is gonna be about now lol.) Look, my love, your FS might not match the exact picture in your mind.Â
And thatâs okay. Iâm literally getting the image of a slightly sun-kissed, blonde-haired, bright-eyed, âgolden retrieverâ type of boyfriend who could be a book lover and surfer who hangs out at the beach often and is a fond of marine life and what not, the âperfectâ guy with a chiseled jaw and bright gorgeous brown eyes that make you melt under the sun. Thiiiis is not him lmao, but this does not mean this is ânotâ him. What do I mean by this.
Much like I told you, or the other side of Pile one if you skipped the first half. Your FS has some qualities about them that are different from what you expected. I get the sense that youâre afraid heâs not going to be your type and that youâre not going to be attracted and perhaps you try hard to let go of this and tell yourself that youâre okay with âanyâ type no matter how he looks like, but sugar, 1. Itâs okay to have a type but 2. Itâs okay to allow yourself to be okay to like someone outside of your type. You need to be a little bit more kind to your mind and understand that you have no idea what this guy looks like, perhaps you have very high standards or maybe even a light prejudice that holds you back from imagine him to look like anything except what you imagine him like, Iâm not here to judge you but you need to understand that if you want to grow past this, healing does not come from judgment, you canât grow and shame yourself all at once. If youâre judging yourself, ask yourself why, sit with that thought or feeling and see what it wants and why is it there, do whatever you need for yourself in that moment and then let it pass by and evolve. Youâll be just fine <3 But back to your FS, your FS is a criminally attractive. You might not notice it at first because they donât look how you imagined in your head, but once you give them the space they need to shine in front of you, oh man youâre never coming back.
Iâm getting some of you are looking for more of a âGolden Retrieverâ type boyfriend but youâre likely to end up with more of a âBlack Catâ kind of personality. They might actually be Black, like African American (Iâm getting some of you are African yourselves, perhaps youâre from West Africa, you might be the same ethnicity but donât worry this man will NOOOOOT look like your father lmao) or if theyâre a woman, they may have more âCat-Likeâ eyes and be a little quieter and have sharper more model like features than what you expected, think Nara Smith but with more of a bolder, Alt style/personality. Anyways, your FS is hard for me to describe because of this very reason, whenever I go to say something about them, your energy comes in with a panic âNO!â you say, hahaha. For some of you, you have NOTHING to worry about and they look EXAAAACTLY what you imagine them to look like, but maybe with one tiny, itty, bitty difference like maybe they longer lashes than you expected or they have a beauty mark on their face. But for others, they look like how you imaged but 1 key treat is just the opposite. If theyâre male I get the sense, youâre looking for someone whos has softer feature or maybe theyâre âbeautifulâ in an almost feminine sense, your FS will likely be likely be like this. I feel like this is a very beautiful guy or maybe this is just your rose colored glasses trying to paint him like that again, haha, guys, please, I promise heâs beautiful, heâs very pretty but I get the sense some of you are attaching an almost unrealistic standard to how heâs gonna look like. Youâre really indecisive here arent you? I keep repeating myself in this reading, itâs wild. But I promise I get it, it ainât your fault. But do know that your FS DOES looks like a celebrity of some sort, if itâs not someone you recognie then maybe they just have the appearance of someone who would do good under the public eye, someone whoâs very aesthetic and dresses well. But do keep the whole â1 opposite trait thing.â
If you expect them to look feminine, theyâll likely be masculine with feminine features.
If you expect them to be be silent and reserved, theyâll likely be calm but very sociable.
If you expect them to be tough and a lonewolf, theyâll likely be warm hearted but stern in a way.
Iâve been all over the place with this reading, letâs focus solely on their appearance.
If female she may look like Nara Smith or Chapelle Roan, If male a celebrity isnât coming into mind (instagram model for some) but whatever image of a person, celebrity or not it is that you have in mind is the âBaseâ of their appearance BUT, find a trait, whatever it is that sticks out to you the most and switch it for something else. If her hairâs short, itâs likely rather long. If sheâs Tall in your head, sheâs probably a littler short. If heâs thin and a bit more on the delicate side, imagine him to be lean in his built or with a slightly rugged edge. Brown or âReddishâ Brown eyes for them.
Thatâs all for now, haha, as wild of a ride as this was, I had fun, I hope this reading brought you something. If youâd like a more personalized reading though feel free to buy a reading from me off my Ko-Fi! Donations are also appreciated (though never required, your time here with me was more than enough today <3)
I hope to see you again babes!!
Pile Two: Bicycle
Wow.. I donât know how to describe your FS to you, I suddenly got this overwhelming sense of peace over me. I was just listening to United In Grief by Kendrick Lamar and now my phoneâs Playing Blue Dream which honestly tells me so much about them. I feel like this person is just, honestly, a dream, I want to say theyâre so pretty, but honestly calling them a beauty would be almost an understatement. They could be very spiritual, Iâm struggling to pick up if theyâre male or female, they may be non-binary and Identify as they/them or they may just be somewhat genderfluid. If theyâre a woman, they have some âmasculineâ features to them, perhaps thicker eyebrows and wider shoulders, but honestly these features of their just make them appear even more mystical and more elegant. They can have very clear skin. If theyâre male they might have some more âfeminineâ features about them, like soft beautiful lashes or a little beauty mark under the eye like that of a 1920âs actress. This person makes me think of incense, perhaps they meditate often or light some nice incense around the house, they really have this lovely earthy-spiritual vibe about them. If theyâre black they may be light skin with soft curls, though for some of you itâs a tighter curl pattern, for others of you this person is simply foreign she could be south african if a woman and kind of resemble someone like Tyla, if male their ethnicity could genuinely be anything, though Iâm getting theyâre likely very mixed, they really give me Jhene Aiko vibes which makes sense given how sheâs Black, Japanese, Dominican and something else I believe??? Correct me if Iâm wrong. Overall this man is a beauty, Iâm not sure why the Movie Millenium Actress by Satoshi Kon is coming into mind, but like the main character he could have a very calm, yet determined demeanor to him, Iâm getting heâs been patiently searching for love for a very long time, much like her, a love that heâs not sure heâll ever come to cross but heâs possible heâll find one day. Gosh I canât wait for you guys to meet.Â
Alright letâs continue talking about appearance, they may have a âsleepinessâ to their eyes and a sweetness to their smile thatâs very calming, they might wear very flowy clothing or comfortable loose fitting clothes. I want to say street wear but honestly itâs a little more modest than regular street wear, this is only for a few of you but they may be muslim. Even if they arenât theyâre very stylish but they have a uniqueness to their appearance you wouldnât expect to find anywhere else, itâs like a mix of modern and ancient. Like Imagine mixing punk with decora but still somehow making it work. I get the sense your future spouse might either be experimenting with their style or simply not have singular style and likes to try out different clothes.Â
This is also something not appearance related, but they may not talk much, theyâre likely more a of a listener, theyâll likely like to hear you talk more, although Iâm getting the sense you wonât be able to do much talking around them when theyâre admiring you lovingly with those deep inquisitive eyes of their, haha. Honestly, being with this person is just going to bring you such a sense of peace and I get when they do open their mouth itâs always going to be the silliest thing that makes you laugh or something thatâs thought provoking and inspires soul-searching. I recommend you listen to Blue Dream by Jhene Aiko, their energy to me feels so similar to this. I keep finding myself saying âWhat a Dream! What a Dream!â this could be you, or them although I get that youâve never been with a person like this, I get that you might not expect to fall for them as hard as you did, but just know that when they met you, god, they knew itâd be no one else but you from that very moment <3
That is all my dove!
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I hope to see you again, my dream!! (This could also be a nickname they might have for you or you for them now that I think of it <3)
P.S
Snoop Dogg keeps coming into my head during this reading, Idk why lol, itâs possible they may be very silly and good hearted or just have ADHD or be Neuro-Divergent in some way lmao.
Pile Three: Tabby Kitten
Pile one and two both had people whoâs future spouseâs were likely Female, Iâm sorry to say that if youâve selected this pile expecting a woman, this is likely not for you. Wow, this person is MASCULINE like H.E.L.L honestly, theyâre almost influencing the way I write, itâs very hard lmao to type casually like I do, but theyâre very forward in the way that they talk. I feel like you likely know this person, I wouldnât say this is an ex or perhaps someone that youâve had a situationship with. I feel like they have a lot to say to you, Iâm getting someone whoâs more on the âRough and Roudyâ side, I almost donât want to give physical descriptions, theyâre someone who likes to banter a bit or sometimes be a little bit of a tease. Theyâre a lot to handle, maybe a bit intense but I donât get that theyâre toxic. This is for a few of you but he gives me âBooktokâ vibes lmao, he might have tattoos. Is this guy real? Lmao??
I want today this guy doesnât exist and I just got sma-OH SHIT!! WAAAAIT I GET IT. LMAOO.
Oh my gosh girl!! Itâs not that he doesnât exist, itâs that Y O U think he doesnât exist!! This guy that you describe as your âboyfriendâ could be like a mix of several book-boyfriends, heâs every troupe that you like but with a healthy-mindset-not-actually-toxic-and-wont-hurt-you-maybe-others-but-never-you vibe. BIIITTTCH AAAHH, oh my gosh, I feel like weâre at a sleep over and Iâm geeking out with you. I get the sense that maybe youâll be hanging out with friends and when you finally show them a picture of him theyâll all be screaming with you like I am. I really want to say this person is not real, but Jesus fuck, youâve manifested this so hard I get the sense that this man actually does exist, like maybe youâre into super natural and your favorite character was Dean, he may look somewhat like Dean but with Tattoos and black hair and drives a motorcycle. Do you watch Doctor Who?? Are you a 90s kid or do you just like the aesthetic because I feel like Iâm time traveling, maybe Dean isnt exactly your type but youâre more into a slender, pretty guy aesthetic who have piercings and isnt afraid to paint their hair and wear dark clothes. Lmao, I have no idea where this is going but sis I get that this person really exists, Iâm not getting any opportunities to say no even as a joke.Â
The only thing is though that there are two of you here, for some of you, you really want the bad boy boyfriend of your dreams and youâll get him exactly and you imagine him! But for others of you this â OK, idk wtf I just pressed but my computer like glitched almost and I deleted half of everything I wrote before pressing Ctrl + Z to bring it all back. KEEP THIS MINDSET THAT YOU HAVE AND DO NOT CHANGE IT BECAUSE BABYGIRL YOUâRE ALMOST THERE!! The only warning I am getting is to NEVER settle for less, because for a lot of you, you might fall victim to depressive energies and wanting to heal someone else and trap yourself in toxic relationships with shitty guys who use rock music and punk aesthetic and ânonchalantnessâ as an excuse to be dickheads to their partners and the people theyâre supposed to love. NEVER settle for less, you paved the way, maybe some of you have been in past toxic relationships already LET THIS GO and never fall behind again, pick yourself back up Queen (or King or Your Majesty if youâre male or a they/them <3) and PUSH!! PUSH FORWARD YOU GOT THIS!!
And finally some of you donât give a damn about no future spouse or tarot stuff but you just wanted to pick a pile and read something for fun haha. For others of you your spouse themselves may be reading this together with you in the same room, haha, Iâm rooting for you!
Anyways, whomever you are, I hope you get the experience of your dream with this person and that they treat you like absolute royalty, donât always remember this, that you donât need to be reminded by someone else that youâre worth treating correctly, you are and have always been special, you are and have always been worth loving <3
âSee ya, princess <3â (they may call you this, thatâs for a few of you)
Byeee!! I hope to see ya soon! And if youâd like a reading from me, feel free to purchase one from my Ko-Fi or perhaps leave a little donation! Anything and Everything is appreciated but never required! Your time here with me has been more than enough! :D <3
I hope to see ya again soon!
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